(feat. Suga Free) 



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 x2] 

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]