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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 »


Hootie Hoo
Follow the funk from the skunk
And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon
It goes on and on and on, like that
Going out to the Jeeps
not far, just close by, I'm a goin' home
Goin' home (goin' home, goin' home, goin' home)
Goin' home

Nothing's lost, all is gain, no longing for
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
you get home, sad 'cause you missed,
Just remember MC Blowfish 
Keep on, you don't stop.
Uh oh, here comes that stupid shark again, I guess I better
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
explosives, your chance is hopeless
We have your head poppin' up like the blowfish
I'm not talkin' Hootie, nigga pass the zootie
I could bag the cootie,
Something's gotta give!

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh
Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood
Martin luther king, bankhead
like (??) check it
I want to sell like Hootie and the Blowfish
My goatee got shorties sayin that I look like Will Smith
With cuter lips huh, my clip
trapped like we in a maze
Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave
And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by
the line, goin' down the line.
Beat it on down the line.

Yes and I'll be waiting at the station, Lord, when that train
Pulls on by,
I'm a'goin' back
goin down the line,
Beat it on down the line.

Yes I'll be waiting at the station Lord, when that train pulls on by,
I'm going back where I belong.
Goin' nowhere tonight mama,
I'm gonna be stayin' home
You walked out a week ago,
And I'm here sittin' by my telephone

Hopin' you might change
you by your name

Goin' home, to Rainbow Valley
Gonna settle down
Right there in my home town
comin' home it's plain to see
I still got Indiana soul in me

I'm goin' back to Indiana
Indiana here I come 
I'm goin' back to Indiana
Cause that's
comin' home it's plain to see
I still got Indiana soul in me

I'm goin' back to Indiana
Indiana here I come 
I'm goin' back to Indiana
Cause that's
comin' home it's plain to see
I still got Indiana soul in me

I'm goin' back to Indiana
Indiana here I come 
I'm goin' back to Indiana
Cause that's
in the song
Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers
Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up
East Trenton grew me, had me skipping school
and I'm black
and live in a movie, not livin by rules
New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews
Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say?
packing my bags and I'm goin' home
So I'll walk by the railroad anytime , anytime
Walk by the railroad anytime

Tell my brother and sister
That
In the place you said you'd meet me, I don't see you hanging around 
I'm goin' home-
 
If that's all you ever tell me, seems you don't wanna be
up
Hootie hoo slapped ya boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I
chased cuffed and subdued me
Talked to me rudely, cause I'm young rich and I'm black
And live in a movie, not living by rules
New rap patrolling the city,
can't shake it I breath all alone I need nothing, 
I can do by the pound the tension's mountin' wrapped around me feelin' tight 
I'm goin' home

If
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ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I