Hi-C (Compton)
Say Woop
Yeah, ha ha
It's the [?], ha
I told y'all
[?] 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 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 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 n***as 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 in my juicy boo
Just hit the dance floor but get yours on
Like, "Uh, hey that's my song!"


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
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