作词 : Hill, Hornsby
He ain't got good sense 
His drawers are a mess (cabbage greens) 
Ain't hittin' on nothing 
Or' God'll kill me 
God keloid skin 
Makes us all feel him (get some leg) 
Stylin', profilin' 
That's 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 
Poppy ain't got no home training 
Mama gives such a low rating 
Triflin' energy draining got no home training 
Poppy ain't got no home training 
Stays outside when it's raining 
Triflin'energy draining got no home training 
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