text: Woo
  Ahahaha
  Crooked booty
  Make you ha, and shake your shit
  Woo, Lord
  Hmm
  I am putting the poetry into motion
  My addiction is overdosing on a natural high
  Supplying the soul with that unmistakable, mystical, magical feeling that your money cant
  Buy
  Becoming a slave to the rhythm
  Theres no way that you could stop me now
  Id like to see you try
  Cause Im already long-gone
  Dont be scared for me baby, just blow me a kiss goodbye
  I cant believe youd rather stay behind than go beyond
  Talk to me, baby, tell me why
  Society wont set ya free now follow me
  Programming your fear to fly
  But best believe Ima breathe and break ground before I die
  I know its Live and let live, but my love wont let me lie
  Make me wanna do the—
  And we dont speak proper English
  When we walk, we strut our stuff
  We act like life is gravy even though its oh-so rough
  My doctor diagnosed me and he said, Now, heres the deal:
  Youre coming down with a bad case of
  The Crooked Booty 
  The Crooked Booty 
  Now everybody do the crooked booty
  Come on, I say the crooked booty 
  Come on everbody I say the crooked booty
  Yeah, the crooked booty
  Now everybody do the crooked booty
  Yeah, come on, the crooked booty 
  Oh doctor doctor help me please
  I got this problem come over me
  And I just cant shake it
  At first, I was just fine
  Didnt really play it no mind
  Until it hit another time 
  Cause my chest popped out 
  And my back went in 
  Started movin my body
  Like I had a nervous itch 
  So the doctor gave me 
  This remedy 
  He said, Pop it to, boy
  And feel the beat
  Ayy, everybody
  Its the brand new craze and its comin your way
  It was started in the slums by the Dungeon Family
  Its not very hard, its kinda easy to do 
  All you got to be is poor and broke and have no loot, yo
  Its called the Crooked Booty and its only a test
  Its like tryin to stop the IRS from takin your cheques
  Its like tryin to soak your cheese and took all the rap
  Its like tryin to stop a nigga from crackin your back on this track
  Its like tryin to tell your daughter you cant chase the cake
  Its like tryin to stop a boss jack from swangin his set
  You just go like that 
  You can be 400 pounds or be as tall as Shaq , ugh
  Pimp, get out your Lac
  And do the crooked booty, and do the crooked booty
  Do the crooked booty do the crooked booty do the crooked booty, ahhh!
  Now everybody do The Crooked Booty 
  The Crooked Booty 
  Now everybody do the crooked booty 
  Come on, I say the crooked booty 
  Come on, everybody, I say the crooked booty 
  Yeah, the crooked booty
  Now everybody, do the crooked booty 
  Yeah, come on, the crooked booty 
  I aint got no paper
  I cant wipe my ass, huh
  But give me one lil dollar
  Ill show you how to make it last 
  I aint got no paper
  I cant wipe my ass, oww
  But give me one lil dollar
  Ill show you how to make it last 
  And we dont speak proper English
  When we walk, we strut our stuff
  We act like life is gravy even though its oh-so rough
  My doctor diagnosed me and he said, Now, heres the deal:
  Youre coming down with a bad case of the
  The Crooked Booty
  The Crooked Booty 
  Now everybody do the crooked booty 
  Come on, I say the crooked booty
  Come on, I say the crooked booty
  Yeah, everybody do the crooked booty
  Now everybody do the crooked booty
  The crooked booty
  Now everybody do the crooked booty 
  The Crooked Booty 
  Now everybody do the crooked booty 
  I say the Crooked Booty
  Now everybody say the crooked booty
  The Crooked Booty
  Now everybody do the Crooked Booty
  The Crooked Booty