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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Choppa Law
Choppa Law
Performer
Roger Law
Roger Law
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicko Harden
Nicko Harden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Choppa Law
Choppa Law
Producer
Nicko Harden
Nicko Harden
Producer
Jackie Lall
Jackie Lall
Producer

Texty

Coo-coo, coochieless
Coochieless, coochie, coochieless, coochieless, man
I can't keep my eyes off of that big round, mm-mm
Damn, it keeps me in trouble
Hey, hey, hey, hey look at him
I took my old lady to the club with me
She said, "Boy, you better keep your eyes focused, please"
But I just couldn't help it
'Cause there was booty everywhere
So I went to the back of the club
So she wouldn't see me stare
But when I thought she wasn't looking
She was standing behind my back
She tapped me on the shoulder
Almost gave me a heart attack
She said, "What you lookin' at?
You came here with the best
Boy, if you don't stop tripping in here, yeah"
Tonight, you gon' end up coochieless
Tonight, no coochie, no cat, none of this good lovin'
You gon' end up coochieless tonight
Ain't giving up a thing, no
I'll tell you, do me right
She took me out with her the very next night
Now I tried my best, y'all, but I just couldn't do right (can't do right)
'Cause there was even more women than the night before
So to play it off
I took her straight to the dance floor (come on, baby, let's go)
I turned around
I guess I stayed too long (stayed too long)
She caught me looking at a big old booty
With a G-string on (G-string on)
More than it grabbed me
She said, "I'm sick of your mess (uh, uh)
You gon' learn tonight"
You gon' end up coochieless
She said, "You ain't gettin' nothin'
No coochie, no cat, none of this good lovin'
You gon' end up (coochieless)
You'd be the squirrel without a nut
'Cause I'm sick and tired, sick and tired
Sick and tired of your stuff
Man, look at little mama over there twerking
Four or five of 'em to the left
Six or seven more to the right
Man, ain't never going home
Man, that big round had me shooting out again
Baby, baby, quit tripping
Open the door
Open the door
Please (coochieless)
Said you ain't getting nothing
No coochie, no cat, none of this good lovin'
You gon' end up (coochieless)
You might have to take it to the hand
'Til you do me right
This is where I stand (coochieless)
(Tonight, no coochie, no cat, none of this good lovin') ooh, yeah
(You gon' end up coochieless tonight)
No, you ain't gettin' nothin' (all you was doin')
No coochie, no cat, none of this good lovin' (you ain't gettin' none of that tonight, bro)
Coochieless (not even split) ooh, ooh-ooh
Tonight, no coochie, no cat, none of this good lovin'
You, you, you gon' be coochieless
Written by: Nicko Harden
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