Say Woop

Lyrics

Yeah, ha ha It's the [?], ha I told y'all Hustle music, yeah, uhh [Verse 1: Hi-C] I put humps in they back like a Halloween pumpkin cat Just shut up and bounce to the track What you think? 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 and rips 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 ninth inning Just hit the dance floor but get yours on Like, "Uh, hey 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! [Verse 2: 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 niggas better slow up Jumpin' out of line with us, will get your whole ass tore up I gives a fuck what you throw up All I'm tryna 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 muthafuckas, y'all need to quit it Don't nothin' turn me on like a woman that spit it So buy you some clothes and hair to go with it All I need is a drink or two And 'bout eight or nine million in my juicy boo Just hit the dance floor but get yours on Like, "Uh, hey that's my song!" [Chorus] Talkin' bout y'all crackin' a whip? What happened to the chair man? Y'all left out the chair [Verse 3: Suga Free] 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 What you think, I'm Super Pimp? Ain't got no feelings hurt [?] ? 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 either Made me feel like Dirk Diggler, super fucker Post 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 homie, I've been up for three 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 Gleek gleek, tweek tweek, bling, bling To the top [Chorus]