Hoochie

Lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort] Yeah, you know, it's like, ehm, I rap I got two platinum albums I do a lotta concerts all over the place I seen the groupies They do whatever you say When you want it, how you want it, and where you want it But I ain't trippin' 'Cause these are the '90s So when a freak say to me she loves me I just say somethin' like this [Verse 1: Too $hort] I say baby, why you wanna do all that? Sleep with a brother just because I rap You keep lookin' in my eyes, and you just won't stop All damn night you been on my jock But I'm no fool Cause you're sprung on my house and my swimming pool Call me a dog, I got several freaks When I do my shows I can't get no sleep 'Cause you keep knockin' at my hotel door I was there to sleep, and can't get no more Sleep, so why you wanna wake me up? When I told you once I don't wanna fuck So get on, girl, won't you mind your own I'm tryin' to sleep, so just leave me alone Next time I see you, I do my duty But tonight, I got another hoochie [Chorus: D'Wayne Wiggins] Hoochie, tryin' to be bourgie But you're nothin' but a groupie, riding on my snoopy [Verse 2: Too $hort] I'm short dog, I wanna take you backstage And you can read it like it's on the front page You wanna do somebody right For those who ain't famous, not tonight You do the NBA and the NFL Rappers and singers as well Keyboard players and the drummer It's like track and field with just runners So let me get on the phone and call all my friends Ain't a damn thing changed but the paint on our benz Get somethin' that you can't get from good girls Care less about a weave or a jherri curl 'Cause I know something you don't know Ain't nothin' like these groupie hoes And since Tony Toni Tone made the track Get lost, fool, and tell your girl I'm back Sing it [Chorus: D'Wayne Wiggins] Hoochie, tryin' to be bourgie But you're nothin' but a groupie, riding on my snoopy [Verse 3: Too $hort] Get off my lap, 'cause you're gettin' kinda heavy Lookin' at the bed, askin' "Am I ready?" Ready for what, sex? Well, after that, baby, what's next? We get a house in the suburbs, two-car garage And every night I get a good massage? Save that drama for later And take this number to my skypager Keep in touch, but don't call too much When I come back around, you know what's up It's time to get busy once again Bring a few partners, cause I got friends It's goin' down like always Young groupies in the hallways I got the money, the fame, and all the things you like So I see you next time when I rock the mic You [Chorus: D'Wayne Wiggins] Hoochie, tryin' to be bourgie But you're nothin' but a groupie, riding on my snoopy