Coochie Dip City Songtext
von Das Racist

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


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

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

She's a birthday candle, she′s on fire, she′s on cake, son
Real Prada bag and a fake one
Listening to, listening to Drake and Raekwon
She gets me right here and right here like A1
Hey Tanika, nice to meet ya
I would like to freak ya, freak you
I got Kool-Aid, yeah, that's piff
And I ain′t got no bedbugs on my mattress


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