Say Woop

歌詞

Hahhhhhhh, yeah, ha ha It's the {?} free I told y'all Hundred spoke music, yeah, uhh (Hi-C) I put humps in they back like a Halloween pumpkin cat Just shut up, and bounce to the track What'chu thank? I won't peel paint for my bank? Better look out, hand me my strap Now just like I thought you don't want no funk Better listen to your homeboy tellin you don't Just put your hands on your hip, let your backbone slip All my dogs in the riffs y'all skip Ain't no set trippin but we givin it up California love straight livin it up Palm trees bendin, chrome wheels spinnin Corona and lemon, got us all sinnin Big booty women, sinnin and grinnin I can't change the game I'm in the 9th inning Just hit the dancefloor but get yours on Like uh, heyyy, that's my song (Chorus - repeat 2X) Say woop - WOOP Say woop woop - WOOP WOOP Wo-woop wo-woo-woop, wo-woop wo-woo-woop Wo-woop wo-woo-woop! Wo-woop wo-woo-woop! (Hi-C) They say Hi-C what's up? Man shit, dick in dynamite and all I can't fuck I'ma blow up, y'all niggaz better slow up Jumpin out of line with us, 'll get your asshole up I gives a fuck what you throw up All I'm tryin to do is watch Hi-Life blow up But you trippin off that lil' pimpin I'll bust you in your mouth and have your suit sippin Quik did it, yep and I'ma spit it You bootlegger motherfuckers y'all need to quit it Don't nothin turn me on like a women, that spit it So go buy you some clothes and hair to go with it All I need is a drink or two And bout 8 or 9 million in my juicy boo Just hit the dancefloor but get yours on Like uh, heyyy, that's my song (Chorus) (Suga Free) Talkin bout y'all crackin a whip What happened to the chair man? Y'all ain't fucked the chair? Sometimes! I got the chair and the whip cause she out of pocket, she wrong Plus I'm off the she {?} forget them nazis, now it's on Whatchu think I'm Superpimp ain't got no feelings hurt don't beef What I'm a robot with no problems pimp on Sesame Street? Sometimes I need me a lil' somethin, it ain't no smoke either And when them white boys cook it man I mean ephedrine ain't ether Made me feel like Dirk Diggler, super fucker Post a bitch on this dick do it to her coochie rougher Eyes ride, hard beat, and hand around her throat pullin her hair Slapped her up like a rapist do the stankin everywhere Don't push me homey, I've been up for 3 days, short tempered Can't eat nothin and my wave stages have got a lil' pussy on 'em Cranium, connected to my, membrane My membrane, connected to my, esophic hairs Drip, drip, dry, dry Fleet fleet tweak tweak lane lane trick try (Chorus)