Hooligan Chase Tostitos Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh shit
Yo
Whats good yo
Yo you got some (censored)
Do it look like I got some (censored)
What

[Verse 1: Hooligan Chase]
(What do you do?)
Alley-oop the p*ssy
I bang it, I bang it, bang it (bang it)
You can't even please her
I did this shit with my fingers
Neighborhood menace
Smoke cookies, they Famous Amos
I be f*cked up at the dentist
Come put your face where I ain't is
Rippin' up your flowers
A youngin' f*cking up Camelot
Boy you just just a speck on the earth the size of a nano bot
These is Acid Raps I got goofiness just like Chano got
But I'm not from Chicago, get swallowed, you use your hand a lot
Hooligan utopia come see my metropolis
I couldn't be coached by Gregg Popovich, I'm on top of this
Shawty bout wet as a three from Peja Stojaković
Its ok, they safe if the kids is in your esophagus
I got my Marissa Tomei, Its ok
You work a dead end ass job and still got something to say
My guap big, [?] She'll go away [Verse 2: Hooligan Chase]
It don't matter how you treat her, that hoe do what she do
Way to often I see headlines about a tooly in school
Bitch wake up and smell the ashes or be truly a fool
They say don't worry or ask questions, That's your duty as you
So I say bitch keep it above, 50 granted you stuck
With me plan and can't f*ck, with me Janet I suck
Titties, I see yours tucked
[?] you've been awarded an Emmy, I'm walking slurred
Daily I'm out the earth (Out the earth)
Up late cooking like I am linguine
Ain't stressing no Remi, just order the steak panini
Head honcho its Hooligan Musolini
You bitch ain't shit but a devil in a bikini (woah)
Then she wanna do-si-do (ay)
Real boy bucks for Pinocchio (ay)
Why the boy look a little dopey though
Open up the grill I be smokey though
I been counting chips Tostitos (ay)
Real boy bucks for Pinocchio (ay)
Why the boy look a little dopey though (ooh)
Open up the grill I be smokey though