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Hootie & the Blowfish (Hootie & the Blowfish) · Rhino Hi-Five: Hootie & the Blowfish (Hootie & the Blowfish) · Hootie & the Blowfish (Hootie & the Blowfish) · The Best of Hootie & the Blowfish (1993 Thru 2003) (Hootie & the Blowfish) · The Best of Jay "Hootie" McShann: Confessin' the Blues (Jay McShann) · Hootie's Jumpin' Blues (Jay McShann) · Hootie Mack (Bell Biv DeVoe) · Hootie Mack (Bell Biv DeVoe) · Hootie's K.C. Blues (Jay McShann) · Hootie's Blues: A Tribute (Jay McShann) – and 90 other albums »


"I wanna stay with you, forever"

Yo, yo, the A-1 sauce, the Divine Force
My mind blind force is known to blow time off course
Even, if I rode
didn't happen,
Records kept floatin' all the fish kept laughin'
A blowfish blew my mind and started to rhyme,
As the octopus cut nine records at a time.
make

Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked
the time
You bring the bullets I'll bring the wine
You bring your bullets I'll bring my bat
Let's get the hell out of town before they find out where
the East be never sober
Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus
I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice
You niggas bogus, gotta keep my mind
ain't got shit on us
I'm out here gettin' it for real while you motherfuckers filibust'
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission
Started
live like a movie 
Yellin, "Do me! Do me!" Too much loose booty 
They want to be Blowfish like Hootie (chill) 
Premature pregnancy is ill 
You never
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the street top
Get
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the street top
Get
a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approach us
These twin supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for coppers
Too late
Don't walk out there with your hand open
Good things come to those who wait
She don't even care about who she is
She don't care about nothing
self
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for
bein ourself 
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat 
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat 
While we ask no
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
Check this switch out baby (Ooooh)
Let me talk to you for a minute (Ooooh)
(Change beat to "Can We" by SWV)
Can we get kinky tonight
I got so many
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
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need
slang
Atrocious
When I let these nuts hang
Focus
It's Wutang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approach us
so I'm like look here
Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother
And a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin "woof-woof"
Who
booth
Poof, back in the real world where birds fly
From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
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,
shit by the D-O-double G-Y-D-O-double G 
Real G's who drop K's, protect these N-you-T, so nigga please 
Peep out my manuscript 
You'll see that it's
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
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,
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