Ooh Nuthin'

(CHORUS)X 2 Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin) What's all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin) Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin) What's all dat makem stop and stare (ooh nuttin) You can call me gold mouth, that's what I said Hey baby you gon eat your CORNBREAD! 'cause it look like to me that cha did already Wit some nice butter rolls voodoo spaghetti Already got me hypnotized under a spell Walkin by lookin at da whale on dat tale Can't tell ye ain't fine wit dat big ole hump Girlfriend you got mega junk in dat trunk I beez on these big booty galz that our stouter Then the couchi hole, let her know I'ma bout her Damn meal chicken cause she kickin while I doubter I ain't being mean but her pockets on the droughta Sippin on dis lean got my dick on some ? You can get sprung off dis like some powder Oops wrong hole what she said in the shower Already hit the booty hole for an hour CHORUS X 2 Ring around the rosie, pocket fulla posie Mind full of numbers make these bitches wonder Let's go smoke an ounce up, maybe tear da house up Gripp on her ass cause this lads got a big butt She can make ya touch ground, she can make ya bounce round She could pack it up make a killin in another town Shake junt staring, I don't mean no harmin Call me Mr. Whipple cause I want to squeeze the Charmin Rubbbin on her back as I suck on her NIPPLE! Mane dis gal stacked but cheeks like a HIPPO! Jimmy crack corn I'm gon bust on her LIPPO! Jimmy in my cup my nig take a SIPPO! Down by da benz so her cheese gonna FLIPPO! Left the hotel with a limp like a CRIPPLE! Pretty like highs and her smile had a DIMPLE! Make her twat hot like a bust on a PIMPLE! CHORUS X 2 You's a bad young thang baby where yo mane Making niggaz heads turn like G- D- I'm gon ask for ya name, you've been blessed fo sho Smellin better than a tight rolled optimo I'm gon have to know, how ya garden grow Also you can holla back after the show Got somethin poking out of that short ass dress You know just whacha doin gal, and you a mess With yourself, stackin wealth got me on hard If I getcha in the bed pussy gon' fart You da strait freak type, and I'm lovin dat G-string, all night, you can make it clap She can be one of those bisexuals That love to engage in manage trois Layin down wit a man, went behind the bar Catchin me with dope then she take the charge CHORUS (fade)