Hoochie Momma

[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...

[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?