Former Fat Boys - Hodown lyrics

i'm single and screwed over more than Britney's ex's looking for the type of girls that like me for my Lexus and nothing else Cuz i'm not in the mood to date Ant worried bout my soul, nah, i'm looking to mate And i can count the hoes on my finger and toes And lord knows i'm a ride this ride wherever it goes so I grab myself a blond then i grab a brunette And i'm looking for a redhead to complete the set And we're starting to sweat, i can tell they're getting wet but theres a club full of ladies I ain't found my Smurfette rather leave with a Maserati than a simple corvette f** a menage, tonight i'm taking home a quintet So its back to the bar, then back to the floor Gotta find the girl that i'm gonna take home How to choose though, einie meenie minee mo Everybody get up, get out and f**ing grab a ho Like the doctor when he puts the cold thing on ya chest Listen up baby cuz this ain't no test I ain't here for my mom and i ain't wanna meet yours I ain't here to pull out chairs and i ain't holding doors I ain't holding my breath to hear your ring on my phone The clubs my bank baby and i'm here to take out a loan Take it home, f** it i'm gonna get blown Paint this town white make sure all my seeds have been sewn And i'm to kick back and drop some new sh** So you kin step by step like a 90's new kid Dj who did this is what all the hoes gonna ask and i'm in VIP waiting for the youngest hoes to get let back You can bet that, i'm in this game to win drunk like Joe Namath on a 5th of gin If s*uts aren't angels than i'm guilty of sin thrown down, get up, let the Hodown begin take a shot of jack then I step towards a blonde The look in her eyes says she wants to get on And she's fine, she's already doing magic with my wand And i know i'm getting some when she tells me she a mom The eyes are big round and the rack is too Fully equipt thong and lower back tatoo, boo Shaking like fish and i ain't teased with the worm And i squirm, teachers giving a lesson i'm here to learn cuz I'm me, I'm a white kid from out in the suburbs But she's grindin so hard covered in rug burns And love hurts, but this is free no three words I'm her's, golden rule of the night is finders cheaters Jeepers creepers, its song after song Getting retardeder than corky on life goes on And its last call, feeling pressure to go check the time on my Tag and then I head for the rolys So its back to my place and she's glad she came i'm upside down like Spider-man she's wet like mary jane And its none of that: look but don't touch finger but don't f** p**y but no bu*t, cuz she's a s*ut But don't think i'm calling her names I got respect for a lady not using her brain A girl who's in touch with touchin herself while i gaze This sh** we're doin make marving gaye aroused in his grave And i'm sideways slantways, she's backwards frontwards Like bambi's thumper i hump her, over under And every hodown f**in ends the same You get the ho down, that's how it got its name