DISCOGRAPHY

:: HOT ACTION COP ::
1. Doom Boom
2. Goin' Down On It
3. Don't Want Her to Stay
4. Fever for the Flava [dub]
5. Busted
6. Face Around
7. Club Slut
8. The Special
9. Show Her
10. Alayal
11. Why Judy
12. In a Little While

:: LYRICS ::

1. Doom Boom
Forget about the party shit's in Kalamazoo
And I don't feel like driving any more than you do
We gotta house party over here in the place
With all the local honey drippin up in my face
Me gotta female growin up in my room
It's gotta big tail and it's ready to boom boom
What's that sweet smell in the air
Y'all gone crazy up in here

Fauna on the corner glowin low on the street
Me big ol head bounce sitting back wit da beat and
I keep my head down and I never repeat upon the
Same route where they're beatin their feet
Chocolate on a stick fuzzy wuzzy want it thick
Not like crack heads when they suckin on a dick
Baby I'm a git you higher
Big bricks'z No tricks'z

Pre Chorus
Hey money low money blow money show money
Hey money grip zoom yo money grip zoom baroom
Hey baby bop zip dit dit dit dit dit

Chorus
Wo Wo Wo Wo yea
Crank it up when you're suckin on a stick of doom boom
Wo Wo Wo Wo yea ah yea yea
Wo yea
Crank it up when you're suckin on a stick of doom boom boom
Wo like yea yea
Crank it up
Whoap Whoap

Everybody talk but they ain't makin no sense
They say, "igabagawannatagadoobiedadenz"
I'm like what the fuck you sayin man??
Listen to the music there ain't nobody playin
Me thinking that the chronic went and frizzled my brain
Me thinking that the cheeba spray painted the pain betta
Cool out, get back get wit it
Chill like the pill with the mellow in it
Giggle like a fool fall asleep in the truck
All you can eat Chinese eight bucks
Me and everybody's headin' up to da strip
Wanna party ladi-dadi money up in da grip
Big Daddy got the Big Daddy grin on his face
Blew up the YZ first leg of the race
Baby I'm a git you higher
Big bricks'z No tricks'z

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Repeat Pre Chorus

2. Goin' Down On It
One on one, two on one, three on one, add one for fun
Ya gotta flickety flicky flick flick
Flickety flick your tongue
You run it straight across her belly, through her cooch and down her bung
Ya can be the pony boy you can be the one
Ya drive it like a semi to the settin summer sun
Getting off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp
Notice that the weather in the region getting damp
Ya wanna mail the letter but you gotta lick the stamp
Not once, not twice but three times damn!

Pretty Wild
City Child

Chorus
She goin down on it
We goin down on it
They goin down on it
He goin down on it
Who goin down on it
You goin down on it
They goin down on it
Eastside Westside Waz yo best side
Wait a minute look out look out chyaaa!!

Black on white white on black
Used to love a black chick she love me back
Say rickety, rick rick rick rickety ricky rack
The big ol bouncing boobies give your granpa heart attack
You run in through the front door but you leavin' through the back
You jumpin over fences and you almost rip your sack
You suckin down the juices and your favorite flavor tang
My lover aborigine the baby boomerang
The kootchie be the kryptonite and you be Superman
Wuz up cuz up now dizza dizza wang

City Child Pretty Wild

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Uh uh zoom boom boom uh uh
This is the acid rock section of the song
All you burned out acid hippies sing it along
With your campfires goin and your barbecues on
With your cold beer campfire sing it along hey
Nah nah nah nah nah…hey
Wait a minute look out look out what's that child

City Child Pretty Wild

One on one, two on one, three on one, add one for fun
Ya gotta flickety flicky flick flick
Flickety flick your tongue
You run it straight across her belly, through her cooch and down her bung
Ya can be the pony boy you can be the one
Ya drive it like a semi to the settin summer sun
Getting off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp
Notice that the weather in the region getting damp
Ya wanna mail the letter but you gotta lick the stamp
Not once, not twice but three times damn!

Pretty Wild
City Child

Repeat Chorus

3. Don't Want Her to Stay
Yo every time she want to do it like she want what I got
Maybe be that we getting freaky but then maybe we not
She's so hot want to do it a lot
Man this girl gotta go she's a head full of crazy

She want to do me at the movies like I'm Tom Cruise
So I go reachin for the goodies and end up with a bruise
Looking for clues I got nothing to lose
Man this girl gotta go I don't want her to stay

Chorus
Ooh yeah, you know I know that I don't mind
But if I want you to stay well then I'll let you know
And I say ooh yeah you know I know that I don't mind

But I don't want you to stay so you gotta go away
Now I was rollin with my buddies to way past three
And we was doin Captain Morgan's and Ecstasy
The early morning crickets hassling me
There's a knock at the door it's a head full of crazy

But when she try to give me lovin I end up like a gimp
It's like a hoochie, momma wookie huggin up on a shrimp
That's no lie now I walk with a limp
Man this girl gotta go I don't want her to stay

Repeat Chorus

So I'm dreamin that I'm sleepin with Britney Spears and
Then I wake up to the smell of cigarettes and beer
This hair spray isn't helping me here
Man this girl's gotta go I don't want her to stay

Repeat Chorus

4. Fever For The Flava
Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky
You my electrical lip balm flava
I gotta do ya until the next song saves ya
And can I get a little zip zip lookie lookie
Can I get a little uh uh nookie nookie
Hey whatcha say, it doesn't matter anyway
You won't do another 'cause you're getting with me

She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
And did I mention, hey pay attention
Gonna take that bootie to the nudie dimension
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

Chorus
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty shy whoap
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty fly whoap
What do I have to say to get inside girl what do I have to say

Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty
Just a little sumthin sumthin itty bitty
Do you wanna get triple x groovie
Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie
And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky
Let me get you butt naked licky licky
Here we go yo here's the scenario
Gonna strip you down like a car in the barrio

Ya got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
I'm your lovey dovey bedtime playa
Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

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I got the fever for the flava of a cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!

Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky
You wanna suck it like a bong hit wacky
You gotta be my First Lady Jackie

She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Let's party hardy and rock n' roll
We drink Bacardi and smoke a bowl
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

Repeat Chorus
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!

5. Busted
Everybody know trouble's easy to get
Burnouts deal it to the teacher's pet
For some fun there is always sex
Hiding in the corner like a shy T-Rex
Mmmmmmm

Around your home there are ways and means
Guns hiding under porno magazines
Booze and pills cheap thrills and dreams
Murder is a game on a PC screen

Chorus
Little baby lost to the world outside
Trying not to let anyone inside
Learning what you get from a TV set
And it makes you crazy
Hide it all away on a bathroom shelf
Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself
Beautiful as this whole world can be
You just don't see it
And it makes me crazy oh

This chick is trying to pay for things
Swingin from a pole with a nipple ring
This dude's trying to ease the sting
Tying off his arm with a nylon string
Mirror mirror can you tell
If they're kneeling in confession or if they just fell
The mirror looks back and knows damn well
It's really hard livin when you're livin with yourself

Chorus
Little baby lost to the world outside
Trying not to let anyone inside
Only love you get is from a TV set
And it makes you crazy
Hide it all away on a bathroom shelf
Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself
Talking in your head lay awake in bed
In the twilight screaming
And it makes me crazy
It drives me crazy it makes me crazy yea oh

Everybody lost to the world outside
Trying to fill a hole that will grow
Till the day that you die
Never knew it would be this way
Living in a place that
That you never want to face night and day
Never knew it would be this way
And it drives me crazy

Chorus
Everybody lost to the world outside
Losing all control of the road they drive
Only love you get is from a TV set
And it makes you crazy
Hide it all away on a closet shelf
Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself
Talkin in your head lay awake in bed
And it makes me crazy

6. Face Around
Way back in the day when I was still livin in Queens
Barely hip to the hop of Run DMC
Me and my main man Perez kickin back with a six pack of Pez
X-Wing fighters flying off the bus
Swoop fast like we got Pirellis on us
To everyone we was one in the same like brothers sharing a name
Then many years on down the line he turned with needles in his eyes
All of a sudden like out of the sky turn around hang me to dry
Why why why why why you show no sign
I never knew this friend of mine
Yea knew this friend of mine yea yea
I got so much trouble on my mind though I don't try to be unkind
Sometimes it gets way out of line but now it's too low

Chorus
Yea you blow my mind
Don't want your face around
Yea what just went down
Don't want your face around

Remember the time we watched Kung Fu together
Couldn't play outside becuz of bad weather
Back then I knew you was my best friend
Somehow I needed that right now
Boiling up like the water in a crack pot
Pulling up on the gate for the hole shot
Red line 12 amped up pistons
Give me teeth so I can put my fist in
There is nothing left of you and me
The bird has flown out of the tree
Long gone and nothing is the same
Blowed up like a face with no name
Wha wha wha wha wha chu wanna do
Cuz I don't believe what you do
Yea believe what you do yea yea
I got so much trouble on my mind though I don't try to be unkind
Sometimes it gets way out of line but now it's too low

Chorus
Yea you blow my mind
Don't want your face around
Yea it kills the sound
When you hang around

Ooh why did you turn
And kick me to the ground now
Yea what just went down
Don't want your face around

At times I dream of better days
When we was chillin in the place
Now I live within the sound
And you will never bring me down

I got so much trouble on my mind though I don't try to be unkind
Sometimes it gets way out of line but now it's too low

Repeat Second Chorus