Hi-C, Suga Free - Say Woop lyrics
[Hi-C, Suga Free - Say Woop lyrics]
Hahhhhhhh, yeah, ha ha it's the? free
I told y'all hundred spoke music, yeah, uhh
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, hey that's my song
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!
They say Hi-C what's up? Man shit
Dick in dynamite and all I can't fuck
I'ma blow up, y'all niggas better slow up
Jumpin out of line with us
'll get your whole ass to' 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, hey that's my song
Talkin bout y'all crackin a whip
What happened to the chair man?
Y'all done left the chair? Sometimes!
I got the chair and the whip
Cause she out of pocket, she wrong
Plus I'm off that shit
Hitler gave 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 wide, heart beatin, 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 stank cause
I got a lil' pussy on it
Cranium, connected to my, membrane
My membrane connected to my, esopha-garus
Drip, drip, drop, drop
Gleep gleep, tweak tweak, Laneway to the top
I told y'all hundred spoke music, yeah, uhh
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, hey that's my song
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!
They say Hi-C what's up? Man shit
Dick in dynamite and all I can't fuck
I'ma blow up, y'all niggas better slow up
Jumpin out of line with us
'll get your whole ass to' 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, hey that's my song
Talkin bout y'all crackin a whip
What happened to the chair man?
Y'all done left the chair? Sometimes!
I got the chair and the whip
Cause she out of pocket, she wrong
Plus I'm off that shit
Hitler gave 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 wide, heart beatin, 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 stank cause
I got a lil' pussy on it
Cranium, connected to my, membrane
My membrane connected to my, esopha-garus
Drip, drip, drop, drop
Gleep gleep, tweak tweak, Laneway to the top