Get. Down. Go!
Turnin' soups up, jacks up, cracks up, stacks up
Louis got the rear and Charlie's got his back
That's right
Said she's a dirt box, you're like a cannibal
Somebody feeds the show, ain't it great fun
Who buys tickets and who buys clothes
Put the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose
That's right
That's what'll make you feel good
That's what'll make you feel good
Don't mind me honey, I'm just smokin'
Smell your chicken and I'll wash this cookin'
Soups up, jacks up, cracks up, stacks up
You're a bad stain and you need to be
Closer
That's right
Hot and dry, car up, don't burn it
Filler up now, four temps don't turn it
Soups up, jacks up, cracks up, stacks up
Louis got the rear
And Charlie's got his back
That's right
I don't wanna make you feel good
I don't wanna make you feel good
You can rap it later
You can rap it later
You can rap it later
You can rap it later