Original lyrics

EN

He ain′t got good sense His drawers are a mess (cabbage greens) Ain′t hittin′ on nothing Or God′ll kill me Got keloid skin Makes us all feel him (get some leg) Stylin′, profilin′, That′s why we like to hang with him Chorus Poppy ain′t got no home training Mama gives such a low rating Triflin′ energy draining got no home training Making feet for socks Got big hindparts (cabbage greens) He′s drinking out the whole jug Or God me kill me Don′t want to act right Acting all ignant (till I get right) That′s why, why we like to hang with him Poppy ain′t got no home training Mama gives such a low rating Triflin′ energy draining got no home training Making feet for socks Got big hindparts (cabbage greens) He′s drinking out the whole jug Or God me kill me Don′t want to act right Acting all ignant (till I get right) That′s why, why we like to hang with him I′m out in Carver Gardens in a trailer And I′m playing my farfisa in a soul band Five brothers in a little room No bigger than a bathroom Sweat on the walls too People say I′m crazy ′cause I′m coming here To blow All I′ve got to say is I′ve got to bite off a little Groove flow - I′m flowing Whomp upside the head Whomp on upside the head