I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show

Nothing can stop Uh huh, oh yeah From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show

Hula, hula hoop Hula cintura dura, dura Hula, cintura y nos fuimos Hula, cintura dura, dura Rómpele, duro, duro Rompe, que rompe, que rómpele Rómpele, hula, hula Hula cintura y nos fuimos

Hula hula hoop Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky Que mueva todo lo que tiene Hula cintura dura dura El nicky jam, daddy yankee con el shaky, solo piensalo Vamos pa' la disco, mami muévelo Hula, cintura y nos fuimos con el Cómo ves, Daddy