Shoop

Lyrics by：Cheryl James/Ike Turner/Johnathon Blount/Otwane Roberts/Sandra Denton

Composed by：Cheryl James/Ike Turner/Johnathon Blount/Otwane Roberts/Sandra Denton

Hey yeah I wanna shoop baby

Shoop

Shoop

Baby no not you

Shoop

You the bow-legged ohhh yeah

What's your name

D**n that sounds sexy

Here I go here I go

Here I go again

Girls what's my weakness men

Ok then chillin' chillin'

Mindin' my business word

Yo salt I looked around

And I couldn't believe this

I swear I stared my niece my witness

The brother had it goin'

On with somethin' kinda uh

Wicked wicked ooh had to kick it

I'm not shy so I asked for the digits

A ho no that don't make me

See what I want slip slide to it swifty

Felt it in my hips so

I dipped back to my bag of tricks

Then I flipped for a tip

Make me wanna do tricks for him

Lick him like a lollipop should be licked

Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit

Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do

So well it's a spell hell

Makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop

Shoop

Shoop

Shoop

Ooohhh

Shoop

Shoop

Shoop

Ooohhh

You're packed and you're

Stacked specially in the back

Brother wanna thank your mother

For a butt like that thanks mom

Can I get some fries

With that shake-shake boobie

If looks could kill you would be an uzi

You're a shotgun bang

What's up with that thang

I wanna know how does it hang

Straight up wait up hold up Mr Lover

Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha well-a

I like 'em real wild B-boy style by the mile

Smooth black skin with a smile

Bright as the sun I wanna have some fun

Come and give me some of that yum-yum

Chocolate chip honey dip can I get a scoop

Baby take a ride in my coupe you make me wanna

Shoop shoop ba-doop

Shoop ba-doop

Shoop ba-doop

Ba-doop ba-doop

Shoop ba-doop

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Shoop ba-doop

Ba-doop ba-doop

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Ba-doop ba-doop

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Ba-doop ba-doop

Well let me bring you back to the subject

Pep's on the set

Make you get hot make you work up a sweat

When you skip-to-my-lou my darling

Not falling in love but

I'm falling for your

When I get ya betcha bottom

Dollar you were best under pressure

Yo Sandy I wanna like taste you

Getcha getcha lips wet

'Cause it's time to have Pep

On your mark get set go

Let me go let me shoop

To the next man in the three-piece suit

I spend all my dough ray me cutie

Shoop shoop a-doobie like scoobie doobie doo

I love you in your big jeans

You give me nice dreams

You make me wanna scream ooh ooh ooh

I like what ya do when you do

What ya do you make me wanna shoop

Shoop shoop ba-doop

Shoop ba-doop

Shoop ba-doop ba-doop

Ba-doop shoop ba-doop shoop

Ba-doop shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

Oh my goodness girl look at him

He's the cutest brother in here

And he's comin' this way ooh

S and the P wanna kick with me cool

But I'm wicked G

Skins but never quickly

I hit the skins for the hell of it

Just for the yell I get

Mmm mmm mmm for the smell of it smell it

They want my bod here's the hot rod hot rod

Twelve inches to a yard d**n

And have ya soundin' like a

Big 'twan love-her six-two wanna hit you

So what you wanna do

What you wanna do

Mmmm I wanna shoop

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