Sweeeeeeet tender, sweet lovely lullaby
Sweet Lil love
Sweeeeeeeet sweet, tender Lil love!
It's Woochie, Bitch! Sho-nuff for real !
We got The LowEnd Gang Orchestra with us, about to light in to this Bitch !
Waiting At An Appointment
Waiting Just for the anointment, and carrying on!
It's Woochie, bitch !
Heeeeeeey!
Some of y'all don't want the God, you'd rather have the devil
You'd rather I be stuck at the Ida B. level
You'd rather I'd be blowing weed and cocaine
Rather Wild Irish Rose be populating my brain
You'd rather I was in Cook County in Division Two
You'd rather I didn't keep it real and drop science to you
Y'all wish I played the name game, looking for my enlightener
Y'all love Wishful Thinking disguising like ya mightier
Y'all would rather I was rotting somewhere in The Joint
Would rather Larry never taught me about The Six Points
Heeeey: You Tramps trample truth!
Lord a mercy!
Would rather Thirty Ninth Street did not course through my veins
So that I would fall Victim to your lame-brain games
Would rather My Uncle Woochie belonged to your cliques
Would rather I was co-signing and all on ya dicks
Or getting gushing when pretty pussy pontificate metaphysics
Or bedazzled when weirdos unravel tales of pyschic visits
But I'm the reeeeeeaaaaalllll!
true and Living, just Knowledge my Culture:
Peep the Power that devours all the fuckin vultures
Now, don't make me get so deep
Won't get salty why are you crankin'?
give all you naughty fuckers a well needed spanking
They just called my number, so I gotta be up
You'd rather I stay, but I gotta go, what the fuck....
It's The LowEnd Gang Orchestra and My Uncle Woochie up front
A voodoo hoodoo boogie blues criminal blessing you with funky funk to debunk the dumbshit!
It's Woochie Bitch!
