The Lyrics
(Come on) Froot Loops, oooooooooooooooooooooooooh
I think she need some diff'rent food (diff'rent food)
She only want me for my Froot Loops
Not my Froot Loops, I'm talkin' no Froot Loops, ooh!
I think she need some diff'rent food, yes I do (yes, I do)
I put my feet on the floor, 7 a.m.
Got to go to work, 'cuz they give me my Bens
Breakfast comes first, BOOP, Coffeemate goes
Don't see it, can't believe it, "I wonder where did they go?"
Oooooooooooooooh, dang, that's where I put 'em, baby
"Are you sure 'bout that?" what she says
That's when I start to realize
Baby came and ate 'em, now she tellin' me lies
She actin' like she never ate it befo'
Like them fruity Loops done left on their own
Girl, please, come on, don't you lie no mo'
Tell the truth now, befo' you get out that do'
'Cuz you wanna feed your face with my Loops, don'tcha?
You really wanna feed your face with my Loops, don'tcha?
You're in the pantry, get back, and I might even share 'em
Your name ain't Karen, so girl, why you carin'?
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Well, you could, clean out my freezer, yeah, eat all my bacon, uh huh
Or anything that's on my shelf worth makin'
You could have, toasted some bagels, ooh, like they should be served
Or uh, eaten some oatmeal, ooh, or pancakes with syrup
That's why I, got all that food, tryin' to protect my Loops
And now I'm, out of my Loops, and I need some more food
Just an example of what's on the menu
If we were wrestlin', I'd be tryin' to pin you
I see you, mamma, got some milk on yo' colla'
Soakin' my Froot Loops, baby, I'd bet a dolla'
The dirty bowl is sittin' right on the table
You tellin' stories like you wrote Aesop's fables
'Cuz you wanna feed your face with my Loops, don'tcha?
You really wanna feed your face with my Loops, don'tcha?
You're in the pantry, get back, don't be callin' me "honey"
Treat you like you're Michael Richards, 'cuz you actin' funny (you want my)
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(I think I just...need to take this time to explain to you exactly...what the Froot Loops are)
Now Froot Loops ain't Special K, or Wheaties, Golden Grahams, Chex
They sure ain't Grape Nuts, Life, or plain Apple Jacks
They're not Bran Flakes, Cocoa Puffs or Cap'n Crunch
Have 'em for your breakfast, dirty, you can't eat 'em for lunch
You got those Loops in yo' bowl, got those Loops in yo' soul
You got those Loops on yo' brain, ooh, hot dang!
I tell you, girl, it's a cryin' shame
When you eat all the Loops again, you heard me say
Froot Loops are quite a find
You see this box, well all of the Loops are mine
The colors purple, green, red and blue
The mayor of Kellogsville, and I'm through with you, give me a spoon!
'Cuz you wanna feed your face with my Loops, don'tcha?
You really wanna feed your face with my Loops, don'tcha?
You're in the pantry, get back, girl, you gave me a fright
Matter of fact, stand on my left, foo, the bowl's on my right (you want my)
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