Hmmmmm
I'm LIVIN down down baby, yo' street in a garbage can (c'mon)
Street sleeper baby, beggin each and every man(warm poo)
Gimme spare change so I can Listen to it pound
Showin me that dollar bill, pass it to me now

I'm LIVIN down down baby, yo' street in a garbage can (c'mon)
Street sleeper baby, beggin each and every man
Gimme spare change so I can Listen to it pound
Showin me that dollar bill, pass it to me now

Mmmmm, you can find me, downtown chillin in scrubs
sippin a bud, been months since I been in the tub
Someone rub, on this lotion for all the bugs
No more hugs, sleep on rat infested rugs
And it's all because, cumulated no cash
just masterbated, box decorated with cans
and it's barely painted, kids fainted - while I'm entertainin
Gross ain't it? How my boogers keep hangin
FROM MY NOSE (WARM POO!) so feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud (what?) I got no job and I'm proud
walk a mile - for scraps, Playa I got the clap
taking random craps, I'm making money dancin tap
Forget the cake, and the quarter
Give me bread and a pint of water
My grammar be ebonics, sell chronic for tonic
told my neighbor it's ironic, stole his box of Onyx
Klepto til the day I die
Forever hooked up on phonics

Chorus


Who say nasty bums can't be foul hobos?
Loud hobos, smelly wild hobos
Foul hobos, run in the club and empty your bowels hobos
How hobo? Ask me again and it's goin down hobo
Now hobo, come to the circus and watch me clown hobo
Pound hobo, what you be givin when I'm around hobo
Frown hobo, takin shit around the town hobo
Say now, can you spare money to play now
Hey I'm, ready to pass away any day now
Cause I'm, taking a shit on Covington high
May I, eat out your garbage and swat away flies
Say hi, to my hobos left in the slamma
From St. Louis to Memphis
From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town
K.C. Motown to Alabama
L-A, New York Yankee hobo's to Hotlanta
'ouisiana, all my bums wit "Hobo Grammar"
So hungry up in Savannah
Eatin handles off of Hammers

Chorus

Let's eat these cats by the milli-ons
Me with money? you too silly, mon
+Steal+ quicker than AdamBomb
Never bathe but I need it mon
Kids I kick 'em freely mon, in their fatty schlong
Pee on your Beemer, mon - holla at Toughie Mon
See me, mon, sleeping bags on your front lawn
through Covington, got no job, so write these stupid songs
wit nice hobo's, sheist hobo's who snatch yo' bike hobo's
Trife hobo's, sell produce and eat corn of my feet, hobo's
(WARM POO!) Ice cream, all in my dream never sober
Was broke Now I'm broker my bed's a bunch of clovers
Now I'm pooing bendin over - let me in now, let me in now
freezing cold Got no shoes let me in now
Spin now, I got money I owe my friends now
We in now, candy corn stuck in my teeth now
I win now (Whoo!) Eatin these dog terds now
See now, why every hobo says these words now