Big booty hoes - up wit it! Hoochie mamas - up wit it! Let me see ya touch the ground! I don't know my reputation But all the niggas in the hood say it's all good But the bitch ain't shit, so you need to make a switch Smackin' on ya lips with your hands on your hips Triflin' slimy, don't try me Playin' on the phone? You supposed to be grown Bitch, stop lyin', I ain't with it Keep runnin' ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it Hoochie hoodrat needs home training Ghetto-ass always complaining Tryin to clown in front of my friends By the way, bitch, can I get those ends? Fuck theatrics, you ain't no actress Lay on the mattress and let a nigga splak it The bitch is full of DRAMA!! Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma! She ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama! Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama Yeah you ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama Yeah she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama Yeah she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama Hoe I love your big brown eyes And the way you shake your thighs Actin' like you're so damn cute Let a real nigga just knock them boots I don't need no confrontation All I want is an ejaculation 'Cause I like them ghetto hoochies Ones who like to pop that coochie Miami style! Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild 'Cause freaky shit is what I like And I love to see two bitches dyke My favorite time is 69 Bitch you know it's hoochie time Fuck what you heard and save the drama All I want is my hoochie mama! You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma! Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama Mama just don't understand Why I love your hoochie ass Sex is what I need you for I got a good girl, but I need a whore I like my bitch promiscous Hot in the ass and ready to fuck Foreplay your way, our way, my way Trick or freak, and I hit it on Friday Girl, you know you look so cute Ridin' 'round town in ya Daisey Dukes Come on over for a visit Let a nigga ride in ya Civic Cos I like them ghetto hoochies One who got them big ol' booties Save the drama for your mama All I want is my hoochie mama You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama Breakdown "God damn, you a trooper You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama Hoodrat, hoodrat hoochie mama Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!

Gypsy woman told my mother 'Fore I was born Said, you got a boy-child coming Gonna be one son of a gun He gonna make pretty womens Jump up and down and shout (yeah) Then the world gonna know, ooh What's it all about 'Cause you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Well, I'm your hoochie coochie man And the world of love knows I'm here I got a black cat bone Got a mojo too I got the little John the Conqueror root Yes, and I'm gonna mess with you Yeah, I'm gonna make you, girls Come on up here and grab me right by my hand, lead me outa here, baby But the world gonna know I'm your hoochie coochie man 'Cause you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Yeah, I'm your hoochie coochie man And the whole, the whole damn world knows I'm here Oh, Pat Rush, yeah That's Pat Rush, yeah Comin' all the way from Atlanta But on the seventh hour Of that seventh day The seventh month Oh, seven doctors say "He was born for good luck That you'll see" I got seven hundred dollars, baby Don't you mess with me Even though I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Well, I'm your hoochie coochie man, baby love You know I'm here Merci beaucoup et bonne soirée, thank you very much and goodnight, thank you Once again for Jeff Healey, Jeff Healey

I gotta message but I can't find the words to say I should have a plan but I lost it along the way Too many Chiefs and not enough Indians Somebody said oh no not him again I should of known it was going to be of those days Bridge ~ This one's going nowhere This one's flying high Feel like going out there One more time Chorus .1 ~ Some people make champagne out of water Some people just never have enough For some people it just keeps getting harder Who're you going to trust A man built a cave And he filled it with machines Now we've got a neon moon And we don't know what it means Too many folks just a hangin' around Don't know their ass From a hole in the ground I should of known It was going to be one of those scenes Bridge Chorus .2 ~ Some people make champagne out of water Some people have fallen to their knees For some people it just keeps getting harder Who're you trying to please Sit and watch while the candles burning Some people they never learn Sit and watch while the cities burning Some people they never learn Bridge Chorus .1 Chorus .2 Chorus .1 (Fade)