מילים לשיר Ooohhhwee – Master P

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&
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall I like the way she shake it in the thong No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin Oh, baby you know whatchu doin I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt (Master P)
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'"
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
I'm a country boy just like the Dukes of Hazzard
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, tippieLike you know how I do it so don't act surprised
Now won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit it
For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighs
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
Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off
Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin balls (Chorus Two&(Chorus One) 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
(Master P)
And every club that Mary was at them thugs were sure to go
I mean she had bowProject 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
Or lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?!
Buyin, high heels on some leather boots (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.