J.L.A. - 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 sh**, I'm the sh**, we the sh** sh** sh** sh** 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