Hoochie

[Intro: Too $hort]

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: Too $hort]

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: Too $hort]

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 Tone made the track

Get lost, fool, and tell your girl I'm back

Sing it

[Chorus: D'Wayne Wiggins]

Hoochie, tryin' to be bourgie

But you're nothin' but a groupie, riding on my snoopy

[Verse 3: Too $hort]

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: D'Wayne Wiggins]

Hoochie, tryin' to be bourgie

But you're nothin' but a groupie, riding on my snoopy