Lyrics:
Oooo
Ahhh
I'm like L. Ron Hubbard
I'm like L. Ron Hubbard
Created my own religion and now I'm makin' dough
You fuck around with the cult, then we go
out by the Cocomo
Cooked up a mess a mulligan
And got into a fight
Whistlin' past the graveyard
Steppin' on no crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard
hardware like Hubbard's
Rob a boy shoes, tell him he a bitch
He don't want this, he ain't with the Clique
He don't got sticks, he ain't one of us
His chest
yellow-bellied
Son of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope, woo-hoo
No
yellow-bellied
Son of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope, woo-hoo
No
yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm sick
found on the bed of lies
With the wife of another man
Hubbard never worried none
His daddy was the seventh son
He could see through anyone
cnd he said
son of tricky dicky,
Is gonna Mother Hubbard, soft soap me
With just a pocketful hope
There's money for all
Money for all
I'm sick to death of seeing
Rebecca Hubbard hun vet hva hun vil
Hun det er dame det
Rebecca får det til hun
Tar hun på seg noe
Så vil det bli gjort
Rebecca Hubbard jobber veldig
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired,
Do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate,
Life is not an empty
Do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate
Life is not an empty
(verse)
do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate,
Life is not
(verse)
do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate,
Life is not
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope, money for rope
No short haired, yellow
yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired,
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
Do you make the most of your five senses
Or is your life like
Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate
Life is not an empty plate
dig it (sit back)
Let me hear your finger snap y'all (sit back)
Scott Storch, y'all (Storch)
He on the keys right? (on the keys)
Lenoard Hubbard
Scooby went to scoop another scooby sack from Shaggy
Scooby will do anything: hops, weed or cavi
[Humpty-Hump]
Old Mother Hubbard's got a cupboard full
bellied son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope, money for rope
No short haired yellow
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
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