THE HOKEY POKEY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks,
Music by Oogo

(Chorus)
You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around
That's what it's all about. (repeat)

Ladies, money, and clothes.
Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's.
Guest appearances to make your album hot right?
I love so and so, but most don't even write.

Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar.
I love Red Letter Blue
Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums
but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.

Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it.
I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.

Time on my side and I spit the planet sound.
See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound.
Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala
with a vest that protects his chest,
saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow,
how i make it when Im building my model
building a sorrow with a hope.

Dope how I insert the music
I choose it, different from the next like sex
out of the birds nest, comes one with the image.
Majors all alone the shit is all finish.

So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store.
Throw rocks at the body shock kid.
Man he drowned trying to do what I did.
For the love of women tall and the smell
I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about

(Chorus)
How you
Put your left foot in
You take it on out
Put your left foot in
and you twist it, and you shake it all about

Now
You put your right foot in
take your right foot out
Put your right foot in
and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.

You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's how we all fall down to the sound
To the sound nigga
To the sound
To the sound
So gather round

Who
Who got it that
You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around
(repeat)

You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about
I said that's what it's all about
That's what it's all about

Shake it
Shake it Shake it all around
(repeat)

I lef mi mooma and A lef mi papa inna Sokodé
I lef mi bredda and a lef mi sista fi di land of plenty
I ran to di river di Kara river and A wash mi body deh
I asked sweet Dora from Bassila "Gimme Illa glacé"

I'm from far lalalalala
ah selema tumbé mama selema selema selema selema selema tumbe I am from far
meyi afemé!

Ah miss mi fufu mi bredda Fofo and mi can o' Milo
Samsamé Mango Bafilo Aneho di pickney sey "yovo!"
ah miss Fafavi, princess Mawussi, Karin o memba me...
nights in Togoville and days pon de hill,
evryting cook and curry!

ah lef mi mooma and ah miss mi papa, mi hometown Sokodé
ah lef mi bredda dear ol' sista oh carry mi deh
run tell di river di Kara river I know mi go die deh
mi cowry shell choker, I man joker, bro Yema pray for me