1,2,3, go!
lets get it up
lets get it up
lets get it up
get it up
i was chillin with this girl in the cemetery
smoked two blunts and things got crazy
and i know that i want my whops,
this girl she gives good fuckin whops.
i said goddamn baby, oh alright
she told me the freaks come out at night
phish came on we turned it up
then burned it up
gonna let her go, oh oh
come on, girl uh, dont bust my chops
all i want is those sloppy whops
just do it fast, just do it slow
just get FUCKED UP and ready to go
because i, i, i
don't need your love
and i, i, i
dont need a glove
i don't need that shit
once gonna told bout how to smoke
going on down i feel that blow
call it a day, we got a crusty bone
bitch, dont stop till im not full
now hold baby, i cant breathe
got that back for the col de sac
hold that shit like a serenade
till i drop that bomb like a hand grenade
like a hand grenade... BOOM
whops, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhh
whops, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh
WHOPS!
BYAH!!!