Dipety Dipety Doo Stop the Violence Songtext
von Funkadelic

So far ahead of myself
I′m coming up in behind hindsight
As I go past the last, next to last
Soon I'm beside myself
I′m first in first runner up
And I'll be singing the song from here on in

Dibbity dibbity dibbity dibbity dibbity dibbity dibbity doo
Doo doo dee doo dibbity doo
Doo
Dibbity dee doo dibbity dee doo
Dibbity doo
Doo doo doo doo doo

Let the sun shine in
Shine down on you my friend
Chase the clouds away
No one can stand in our way


Posi cazi, that's some positive shit
And cazi is an old English term where they used to go piss
And I get to French inhaling after rolling a spliff
And with an edible brownie I can perform a forklift
In Guatemala rolling ganja in a hammock with
Wifey in the kitchen with the children making sandwiches
So many shoes, so many tongues like a tooth I pick
Alligators drag them haters right down into the pit
I listen to the sun when it sings
The trees are like lungs how they breathe
And the branches are all that they leave
For you and I to succeed

So what we need to do is stop the violence
And what we need not to do is stop trying
So please tell the angels stop crying
Big ups to the Marleys and Snoop Lion, yeah

Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Dibbity dibbity dibbity dibbity dibbity dibbity dibbity doo

What we need to do is stop the violence
And what we need not to do is stop trying
So please tell the angels stop crying
Big ups to the Marleys and Snoop Lion, yeah

Free
Free of a need to be free
Is all I′m asking of me
Free
Free of a need to be free
Oh


Forget this, weed and this liquor sing demonic pictures
Gotta be sober getting older, world′s getting colder
Like Tony Hawk pulling up in that Cobra
My mind grind trying to find the time to watch my step
Like there's a clock on the stairs
Better make your flight on that jet
Not fighting to be in magazine like too many bullets in gasoline
Bless you, cha-ching
But my soul is priceless
Got it on lock like a pair of vice grips
Swallow me fire serpents with a pair of ice lips
The blessing, digesting and shitting them then flushing them
Then squirmin′ and steaming and double birthing and busting them
Money is the root to all evil and to God I put my trust in him
I'm tired like an auto shop, transform into an Autobot
Great Dane told me watch who you steppin′ on
So it's time to put my foot on the decepticon
Buy my green like a motherfuckin leprechaun
I′m so far ahead like my neck is long, yup