Coochie Dip City - Das Racist, Heems

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

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

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