Das Racist – Coochie Dip City lyrics

I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I need to take you down to Coochie Dip City

[Verse 1]
What up, boo? How are you you you?
I know a couple things that we probably oughta do
Let's take a trip to Coochie Dip dip dip
When I dip, you dip, we dip dip dip dip dip
When I'm hip you hip, we hip hip hip hip hooray
You the shit, I'm the shit, we the shit shit shit shit
You look real nice to me me me me
Coochie Dip is the place I'd like to be be be be
Milk in my coffee, cinnamon baked buns
Hard to read like Finnegans Wake, dun, dun, dun, dun

I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City

[Verse 2]
She's a birthday candle
She's on fire, she's on cake, son son
You're Prada bag and a fake one one one
Listening to Drake and Raekwon
She gets me here and right here like A-1
Hey, Tanika, nice to meet ya ya you you
I would like to freak ya, yea you freak you
I got Kool-Aid, yeah Dat's Piff
And I ain't got no bedbugs on my mattress

I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I need to take you down to Coochie Dip City