Lyrics:
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
your band is fucking awesome,you have the best sound
you're really really good,you're the best band around
[chorus:]
hootie and the blowfish [x4]
home is
Rent buck motherfucker, I own shit
King Tut 500 with the gold trim
Get low, submarines in the ocean
That's a nice riff
Hootie and a blowfish
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
out the foreign on my jumpscare shit
Like another earthquake in LA, baby I felt it
Red exotic, that Swedish Fish
I'm off the scripts, Hootie
goofed too many time jessi slaughter
Im a tiger in the woods and youre a golfer
Only wanna be with hootie and the blowfish
Pass the jay to casper
Don't go too slow, finding Nemo
Marlin, clown, fish, Hootie and the Blowfish
Tub Thumpin' Chumba Wumba
Can't go jukebox, finding gold
Socks, socks,
bitch
Gettin' head like whoo
Your big dreams, I'm just livin' it
I'm front row, you just witnessin'
I'm loved by few, respected by all
Hated by many, but
the thang rain
Pull it from his nuts, he put a trick up Hootie's hand
You look into his mind, he say what the booty say
1982 and they're the problems I could
everything's racist
Shirts, Go Fish, strawberry smoothies
All the Blowfish (especially Hootie)
Everything you say is insanely racist
Every single day
where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects,
remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin a Benz is out of the question
The world is yellin Hootie Hoo but in my pockets nuthin but
gum and lint,
focus, it's Wu Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers
Who have
'm the king of the car shows
[Master P]
I see it I buy it, you need it I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I
Like a chain motor
Real shit I'm from the jungle
But I run this town
If you don't know me by now
Sit ya dumb ass down
Ouuug
It's getting scary
Now these
the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke king
Cause every motherfucker in rockin' loaded, I'm on that
I'm perverted
But she ain't got on no clothes, Hootie Hoo
Exit the club to the Trump
And her back is so fat you can see from the front
I walk in, this
I've got a massive organ,
like hootie and the blowfish, I love this,
I like other dudes, get real with this
Butt plugs, butt plugs,
big ones small
'm on the road
I make a play and i'm gone
Vyekon the illest, they mad at him
Step on the stage, they can't handle him
He getting clowned by these young niggas
a rhino
Just hanging out by the pool
It's light like a butterfly floatin' by
Singing hoot-hootie-hoo
Hoot-hootie-hoo
Wooo-hooo
Alright, when you see
of ovine obedience adherents...
I experienced a live concert in Budapest, an odd 2 part presentation of Richard Strauss, followed by Bela Bartok.
an instant plane
Fuck yall, niggas couch mane
Actin' ashamed, don’t be a slave
Put yo check on the table
By the end of the days paid hey hey
Play fair, I don’t
Stoned is the way of the walk,
Stoned is the way of the walk,
Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat,
Some think I'm a criminal,
But,
Stoned is the way of the walk,
Stoned is the way of the walk,
Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat,
Some think I'm a criminal,
But,
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