Whoop de Whoop

[Intro}
This one goes out to all the people that live a life that they lying about
It's called "The Whoop de Whoop"

[Chorus]
See I peeped your game. That's the Whoop de Whoop
Tellin' lies to fit in wit the group de group
When the story that you tell starts to droop de droop
That's the scoop de scoop on the Whoop de Whoop

[Chorus x 1]

[Verse 1]
I got this friend, a homie like a friend to most
Every time that we talk he gotta brag and boast
Who he know, what he got, how he stay high post
But when it comes to show and provin', yo, my boy get ghost
Case and point: I'm rollin' down my block one day
See my man out walkin' and he's on his way
To Home Depot tellin' me his range got stole
I said,"Damn, that's a shame. Yo, get in. Let's roll."
Now he is my dog. I got love for my people
But the story ain't done. You gotta dig a little deeper
The real reason he's on foot to Home Depot:
No one stole his car, it got took by the repo
He shoulda rolled a bucket, held on to his ducats
Then to spend himself naked like a chicken when you pluck it
Cause now he's stuck. It like a fly in the soup
Cause he lives the trife life of the Whoop de Whoop

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 2]
I met this girl named Vivian. Think she was Bolivian
If I took her home she would take me to oblivion
The problem was she was too damn cute
And I was havin' flash backs of the Whoop de Whoop
I said,"Yes you are sweet. Seen you from the far street
But if you ain't got no baby why you got a car seat?"
She said,"Lets get a room and give this lovin' a chance."
I said,"Wait, was that a ring I seen you shove in your pants?"
Huh, this girl imagined she could work me like a gadget
Cause she had that kind of body you find in a beauty pageant
And if I had a badge I'd place her under arrest
And have some inmates wonderin',"What's under her dress?"
I told her,"Get in your car and take that thing to yo man
But first reach in that pocket. Put that ring on yo hand
You already spoken for. You ain't mine to swoop
And this brother ain't fallin' for the Whoop de Whoop

[Chorus x 2]

Yo, it's hard to be a rapper now-a-days. Damn!
Everybody comin' up, they got a demo in their hand
Sayin' they got the coldest flow known to man
If you can put me on par yo we can run this land
Now I've heard this story. I know what comes next
It's not the limo with the demo and the big fat checks
Now you gotta be smart if you wants to flex
I blew my chance at 15 with Davy D and Rex
Everybody with a tape says the tape is a smoker
Ain't nobody gonna tell you that their stuff is mediocre
But you gots to chill kinda like a game of poker
If you wanna trade rocks and blocks for stock brokers
Now everybody wanna get a bit of the loot
Wanna get a little baby who looks pretty and cute
Wanna get a big committee for the city commute
And they do the nitty gritty at the video shoot
Check it out homeboy. Let me tell you the truth
You gotta pay a little dues before you get in the booth
If you sign too quick, whether solo or group
Then your labels just given you the Whoop de Whoop

[Chorus x 2]

[Outro]
Yo I peeped your game. That's the Whoop de Whoop
Tellin' lies to fit in wit the group de group
When the story that you tell starts to droop de droop
That's the scoop de scoop on the Whoop de Whoop
Yo I peeped your game. That's the Whoop de Whoop
Tellin' lies to fit in wit the group de group
When the story that you tell starts to droop de droop
That's the scoop de scoop on the Whoop de Whoop
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