Instrumente
Ensemblen
Oper
Komponisten
Performers

Songtexte: Millionaires, The. Hoe Down.

(A)Look at that fat slut over there
(D)Her dress is so tight, it's making me stare
(M)Shes lickin' on that lollipop with her tongue
(A)So lets just shoot her
(M)With our guns!

(M)So my mommy's in the kitchen cooking that chicken
(D)It's taking way to long so i give her a whipin'
(A)My daddy walks in as i'm layin' it down.
(D)But he don't say shit!
(M)Cause i rule this town!

(D)Dumb bitches.

(A)So we're going to a show to hear this band play
(M)The beat starts kickin', but this bitch is in my way
(D)i ask her to move and she says,
(A)"Shit, son!"
(D)Well i could beat you ass, does that sound fun?

(Chorus)
(D)Yeah, uh huh, what, okay.
(M)Yeah, uh huh, oh oh okay.
(A)Okay!

(A)My parents always told me not to drink or cuss of fuck
(M)But look how i turned out, just their fuckin' luck
(A)So come and follow us, we'll show you a good time
(D)But if youre gonna whine, bitch don't waste our time
(A)Bitch!

(Chorus) 2x

(A)-Allison
(M)-Melissa
(D)-Danielle