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Master P - Ooohhhwee lyrics
To the beat y'all [Master P] Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon), I'm at the ball I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh) [Chorus One 2X: Weebie] I like the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE! The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE! Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE! No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE! [Master P] I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew large My fantasy's to have sex wit two broads On a boat or a plane, some exotic cars From a Bentley to a Lex, girl, bring the toys On the dance floor, shawty started takin it off Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep drinkin the Cris'" I'm a country boy just like the Dukes of Hazzard See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her Annie May girl where you at? This No Limit boy tryin to do that thang I said "Rock the boat, don't let it sank" It's time to go to war, I got the tank [Chorus One] [Master P] Say that then [Weebie] I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, back it up You know Weebie and Master P, we gon' tank it up, tank it up Turn around to the ground, you know how it goes Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo' Like you know how I do it so don't act surprised For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighs Now won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit it Act a fool and wobble wit it Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscle Gotcha workin on the wall 'til you run outta breath No Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respect Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin balls Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off [Chorus One] [Chorus Two: Weebie] Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock Now won'tcha turn around and hustle wit it Back it up and hustle wit it, test around and hustle wit it Ooh baby, ooh baby [Master P] Mary had a big ol' butt, in them tight ass jeans it'd show And every club that Mary was at them thugs were sure to go I mean she had bow-legs wit the curves just like a bottle Project chick but pretty just like a model When I'm rollin through the hood she on dubs Don't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the club I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor A real country mamma cook grits and eggs And she won't leave the farm except to get paid Candies on twat cause she love to ball Find her at the mizzle on the dresser or the mall Buyin, high heels on some leather boots Or lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?! [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] [Master P over Chorus Two] Where them No Limit boys at? Throw them 'bows Them No Limit girls, get money and what? Told y'all clowns ain't no stoppin us Putcha "Gameface" on when ya catchin us [Master P] (Weebie) East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!) West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!) The ghetto clique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!) Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!) Y'all, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!) Somebody tell valet to bring my Bentley I'm about to kite wit a couple these poppers y'heard? The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE |
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