text: Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch 
  Mix up the hooch 
  No, this not Goose, this the hooch
  Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah 
  Feelin kinda loose off the hooch
  Yeah, loose off the hooch 
  Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch 
  Mix up the hooch, umm yeah
  Fly done changed 
  All in the mall, I aint got no brain 
  Doin shit together we cant do again 
  Brooklyn with the combo, Ill put in pain
  Ooh, Im back for another one
  Ooh, I like the way you wind it 
  Ooh, I hate when were distant 
  Ooh, she want a Michael, she dont do Jermaines 
  Prince with the hundreds, yeah, purple rain 
  Roll me up a Backwood, I cant do no planes 
  When I take a sip, I swear I know myself 
  I can teach your ass the combo, dont tell nobody else 
  Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch 
  Mix up the hooch 
  No, this not Goose, this the hooch
  Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah
  Feelin kinda loose off the hooch 
  Yeah , loose off the hooch
  Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch 
  Mix up the hooch 
  Yuh, Clark Gable
  Aint no actin, leave yo feelings at the crap table
  In the party, I got jiggas in my Winnebago
  Only horses, dont do Porsches cause theyre never stable
  Off the hooch juice, ooh
  Off the hooch juice, ooh
  Pop two tens, thats a twenty, we just started
  Damn Im sorry if I end up crashin in garages
  Yeah, think you run your city but youre barely joggin
  Yeah, think Im shitting on you but I barely farted
  Yeah, might just cop the parment, put it in apartment, yeah, yeah
  Biggie Poppa way I hit my baby, baby, yeah, yeah
  Lil Wayne on the bracelets for a Cartier, yeah, yeah
  V. Live or V. Live I cannot choose
  If I tell you the combo can I trust you?
  Umm yeah
  Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
  Mix up the hooch
  No, this not Goose, this the hooch
  Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah
  Feelin kinda loose off the hooch
  Yeah, loose off the hooch
  Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch
  Mix up the hooch, umm yeah
  Yuh