Hoochie Momma
Title | Hoochie Momma |
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Artist | Arabian Prince |
Album | Where’s My Bytches |
Release Date | 1993 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya What you're gonna do When the hoochies come to get ya? [Verse 1: Side Show] Freak, freak, freaks in my neighborhood Up to no good, three times always knockin' on wood 'Cause I'm not goin' out, G Not like that, B, had the berries on crack, see Now I gotta pay, this is your play Listen, if you wanna know about the crusty-crusty crevice Or the nappy-nappy dogout All thе hoochies in the place with thе crabs, get the fuck out I ain't got nothing for ya I just might floor ya fat hoochie mommas, I'll ignore ya Thinkin' about the way you're gettin' busy But you can't get with me Yo, you got me thinkin' about my rap, see Number One, always up for fun But never did I have to bring a gun Bitch, on a date with a freak like this That I thought I would hit With my Jimmy-Jimmy hat, instead I'll miss Yeah, now ya got me in effect Makin' me wanna write bad checks But you can't get none of the big bank money, Hank And I ain't going out like that for no stank From no freak like you with a booty in the front seat And I can see in your eyes, that you want me But you gets none here, girl, I can't make it no clearer Hoochie momma... [Chorus] The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya What you're gonna do When the hoochies come to get ya? [Verse 2: Arabian Prince] Well, it's the hoochies out for the lone wolf But little do they know, the Arab is a no-no So you can just skip to the loo and hit the road, Jack And don't come back 'Cause I'm lettin' you know right now I don't let that shit I'm about to get ganked By a hoochie like you, 'cause you gave up a little stank So baby doll, don't try to play me like Monopoly 'Cause I got wardrobe, and ain't no hoochie stoppin' me So take your nails and your hair, and your hoochie gear And get the hoochie mobile, and get on outta here I know you're gamin', it's me you wanna stick But let me tell ya little something, you little bitch I'm not down with your plan You see, you used to dinner with boys, but baby I'm a real man So let me tell ya little somethin' You better take them Nikes, and bitch, start runnin' You better do it with some speed Tryna juice the Underworld? Huh, but you won't succeed Because the Underworld Crew is not normal folks And hell no, we don't fall for the okie-doke Don't try to come up and make your pockets fat It ain't my puss, you gave up the body, cat Don't try to put the bum-rush on my loot Next time, bitch, you gets the boot Hoochie momma... You might also like[Chorus] The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya The hoochies, the hoochies The hoochies comin' to get ya What you're gonna do When the hoochie comes to get ya? |