Say Woop

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]