Lyrics:
Rosey, how are you?
Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sight
Well, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are big
Well, you know
Being big get me into a lot
rolled up a quarter
Please respect my boarders
Supporters they show me love
To the haters it's a fuck you
Hootie never gave a fuck
It's getting scary
Now
remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin a Benz is out of the question
The world is yellin Hootie Hoo but in my pockets nuthin but
gum and lint,
rap
That's real rap never lied
Cause my quality high
I'm so live, I'm primetime
If she fine make her mine
Out my mind since like 9
Illuminati on my line
a habit
Just like Smokey, chokin' off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talkin' about the clique will get you laid down hella swolled up
Hootie hoo slapped ya
on my side pocket, just that's incase you get illy out here
Me and Travi$ Scott almost fought at the Mala Luna
We both agreed shortly after that it was
yeah)
Coming off as kind of weirdo
She said that she liked my beard though
Imma get her to speak in binary
By the end of the night
Barring a fight
fruity fruit
Chain look like Juicy Fruit
Mixed up Fruity Loops
Ayo where my boys at, squad up, hootie hoo
Bitch you either out or in the
Circle like a hula
the nipple print shirt
Is she happy to see me or is it cold out? (Wait a minute)
I got chicks in my section (Wait a minute)
I got drinks in my section (Wait
made my mark
Hootie be the boss
I paid the cost like
Check please
My neck freeze on all gold
Shit so cold need Theraflu
I'll burry you
Coming for my spot
and flow
Like no other
Mind stay on that cheddar
Get no better than Hootie
You a bird, pluck you feathers
But your hot, cayenne pepper
Her body smoother than
a hootie, go get down
Then come with the real, yeah, yeah
In and out, scream and shout
This is what it's all about
Baby girl, you're the one I came
I got somethin' for the hoes to be skeamin' on,
I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville,
I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Seville,
I got somethin' for the hoes to be skeamin' on,
I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville,
I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Seville,
Or none of they rules
The media lie every day on the tube
Tupac with a billi' (yeah), my everyday move (get 'em)
Fuckin' money up, hit my baby mama up
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
race
and black race cats sell out to the blackface
and rag grin, laugh not my light skin
be S-M-O-O-T-H from pH
UHH, backseat strappin in
cause I'm
m-a-u, m-a-u, gun ready
Bout to attack the track when blak iz blak
Well how black? blak heart, blak mind, blak soul
Mau maus (hootie hoo!) we was born
slapped his fingers in my hand
A wisdom caught my eye damn a jams fly
Honeys with some cuties someone havin' hootie
Get free, get free y'all
Funk is
a blowfish when she do me, yeah it's groovy
Gotta chill settle I been known to get around
If you see my and my niggas in ya town that's Krooked Krown
If you
Everytime I'm steppin out the house
Ya'll crazy, creating scenarios to get me out
Oh, I could lose my mind, you will find it in the garbage
Oh, I could paint
to kill, now we all about dope
Buy whips, put them all on fours
Still kill, but it's all about dope
Get tricky, so play by the rules
Look, homie, I'm
track gonna fizzle out
Thought you said that that was in demand, doubt it
Now I'm the papa who get it poppin
2-0-2-2 And I'm steady droppin
Talk about
milli
All they problems got em steady dancing with the devil
If i got a problem, I go to Jesus or get elated
I take dat dirty and the sprite out my
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