Down South - Spin Da Boddle lyrics

Feat. The Funkaholic, Bobbito Is this a hoedown? [ Soda Pop ] Aw shucks, who let the fizz out the bottle? The fizz is what it is, and yo, the fizz is in the fuzzle ( ? ) because I'm fillin in that puzzle The fizz man's a Soda Man which comes in a can, man But keep that bottle spinnin, you know we got a crowd of critics That keep grinnin for nine full innings I did a hoe a hoe, the hoe was a see, I see First she saw, now she don't see-a me One bops to my funky sound of my jukebox First off the ( ? ), second I watch draws drop Then again you bought that [edited] from the ( ? ) Two tits and two bu*t cheeks, two for one, like Noah And if you wonder, Dog Wonder didn't do it Didn't wanna puruse it, didn't drop no soda fluid So I was Spaaaaaaace - Ghost [ (The Funkaholic) ] Spin the jug, do what the thug representin Funkaholic On the real with Soda Fizz and then my nuts lightly salted Altered states for a spare to hit my [edited] back at home Just above the Mason-Dixon, sticks and stones can break my bones But words can take your girl, so I suggest you watch her closely I'm low-key when I do the hokey-pokey, hung like Smokey ( ? ) Southern Comfort, Unforgettable as Nat King Cole Swing soul, the fat King Creole Stolen goods from Robin Hoods, Woodstock type of fellow Burn your lodge, jump in my car, smoke some lye, bring out the jello Freaky as a sideshow, ( ? ) homemade funk Yes stinkin, Shawn J. filled it till it stunk With he vittles on my criddle, little cribs ( ? ) Far as mom's cookin but the city's still scary So don't funk around, Down South, Funkaholic Spin the jug, I likes to chug my 40 ounces out the toilet [ (The Funkaholic) ] Plug me in so that the juices can come I was waitin by the waters, but now summoned by the drum That old southern fried funk drove my taste buds looney Original stinky flavors concentratin in the boonies I say, say, say like Michael Jackson There ain't no holdin me back ( ? ) for the action No freaky deaky duo far out like Little Anne I carve a spoon ( ? ) and left the groove heads buzzin ( ? ) the funk wizard swing with Art Blakey Rhymes are great but never corny nor flakey Virginia Finally like CeCe but not too ( ? ) I bring the bottom on the gla** so I can stick it in your [edited] I be toe to toe with an out-Stretched Strong-Arm Peace but no cease when we begin to drop bombs Back to the ranch, short stay in the city Funk bottles everywhere, broken gla** ain't too pretty [ Shawn J-Period ] Spin the bottle with my [edited] ( ? ) who'd figured That we'd be hip-hoppin on TV While the lama kicks drama syndicate, that's my mama I'm a not a hooker average girl looker Cook my collards in a cooker like Superfly Jimmy Snuka I float like a ( ? ) steel boat down your river Drop the cargo, COD UPS delivers I'm supportin, I guess there won't be no abortin Now I wanna see the warden Crisco ( ? ) in this picnic KFC chicken and some bisquits Andy Duncan and my man from Dunkin Donuts eatin Trisquits ( ? ) Nabisco, visit San Francisco Then I'ma relax down south with Donna Summers at the disco Prefer down-to-earth shorties, no swingin hoardie-tordies Not too often I drink beer but [edited] pa** the 40 [ Bobbito ] Bobbito is ah... isms get bisms When I shoot my verbal jisms I grip hips when I chase 'em, I won't slip Purr lips when I dip, dive low in the - Much tip, flip scripts to make ya moms wanna itch her cli*oris It's just that your moms is an incredible horny [edited] Didn't mean to jolt your moms But when we said spin the bottle she couldn't stay calm She took the bottle full throttle and stuck it in her poo-poo Pulled it out slow, oo-ooh, and now I'm cuckoo I went down south and I discovered a crew Plus the Funkaholics awarded me peace, so Honolulu