Master P - Ooohhhwee Lyrics
To the beat y'all
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon), I'm at the bar
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!
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 I'm too 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 drinking 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
(Master P) Say that then
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't cha tune it up and wobble wit it
Act a fool and wobble wit it
Won't cha 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 f**kin' balls
Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off
Chorus 2 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
Mary had a big ol' butt, in them tight ass jeans it'd show
And every club that Mary was at them thugs we're 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 love dubs
Don't mind getting' paper, 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 twaps 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?!
(Master P over Chorus 2)
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!