Hoochie Lyrics by Too Short

Hoochie Lyrics

    [ intro ]
    Yeah, you know, it's like, ehm - i rap
    I got two platinum albums
    I do a lotta concerts all over the place
    I seen the groupies
    They do whatever you say
    When you want it, how you want it, and where you want it
    But i ain't trippin
    Cause these are the '90s
    So when a freak say to me she loves me
    I just say somethin like this

    [ verse 1 ]
    I say baby, why you wanna do all that?
    Sleep with a brother just because i rap
    You keep lookin in my eyes, and you just won't stop
    All damn night you been on my jock
    But i'm no fool
    Cause you're sprung on my house and my swimming pool
    Call me a dog, i got several freaks
    When i do my shows i can't get no sleep
    Cause you keep knockin at my hotel door
    I was there to sleep, and can't get no more
    Sleep, so why you wanna wake me up?
    When i told you once i don't wanna fuck
    So get on, girl, won't you mind your own
    I'm tryin to sleep, so just leave me alone
    Next time i see you, i do my duty
    But tonight, i got another hoochie

    [ chorus: d'wayne wiggins ]
    Hoochie, tryin to be bourgie
    But you're nothin but a groupie
    Riding on my snoopy

    [ verse 2 ]
    I'm short dog, i wanna take you backstage
    And you can read it like it's on the front page
    You wanna do somebody right
    For those who ain't famous - not tonight
    You do the nba and the nfl
    Rappers and singers as well
    Keyboard players and the drummer
    It's like track and field with just runners
    So let me get on the phone and call all my friends
    Ain't a damn thing changed but the paint on our benz
    Get somethin that you can't get from good girls
    Care less about a weave or a jherri curl
    Cause i know something you don't know
    Ain't nothin like these groupie hoes
    And since tony toni ton?made the track
    Get lost, fool, and tell your girl i'm back
    Sing it

    [ chorus ]

    [ verse 3 ]
    Get off my lap, cause you're gettin kinda heavy
    Lookin at the bed, askin am i ready
    Ready for what, sex?
    Well, after that, baby, what's next?
    We get a house in the suburbs, two-car garage
    And every night i get a good massage?
    Save that drama for later
    And take this number to my skypager
    Keep in touch, but don't call too much
    When i come back around, you know what's up
    It's time to get busy once again
    Bring a few partners, cause i got friends
    It's goin down like always
    Young groupies in the hallways
    I got the money, the fame, and all the things you like
    So i see you next time when i rock the mic
    You

    [ chorus ]

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