Ooh Wee

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Yo, what's the deal, ****?

Ain't nothin' pa, we just here and all that

Tryna get our head right, get this money right and all that

You know what I'm sayin'?

You know how it go, just another day in the hood

Yo

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Ayo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down

Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City

Slots machines, ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off

Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just G'd off

Cigars, paisley robes

Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window

The cashier was scared, she asked for my info

The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult

That's the cause, just because

We talkin' 'bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-Doh dough

And your horoscope read, "You gon' slay those hoes"

We got Scribbles, Anthony Acid rockin' the show

Special guest, Starks, Mark Bronson

First 500 bitches went crazy when he let they aunts in

All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin'

Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment

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Ooh wee

Ooh wee

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Ooh wee

Ooh wee

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When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know

I'm hangin' with the ballers, yeah, or my **** Ghost

I can tell you what they say, haters, if you wanna know

They say, "Ooh wee"

When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll

Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo

If you actin' menace, I can pick another ho

Ooh wee

In the middle of the summer or even twenty below

I'm a bad muthafucker, I'm way too fuckin' cold

Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers

They say, "Ooh wee" (Ayo!)

Ayo, I came to the party just to cut up a rug

Don't make me have to cut up a thug

Now play somethin' for me, DJ, 'cause there's nothin' but love

Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub

When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud

The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club

Mamies shakin' their ass, they throwin' it up

Like a B.E.T. commercials, I'm "wrappin' 'em up"

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Ooh wee

Ooh wee

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Ooh wee

Ooh wee

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To the bang-bang boogity, up jump the funk

When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump

I love to get a bitch that's stuck up the hump

Act thug, then my bullet get stuck up your rump

Like boom! Y'all heard, I bust and that's my word

So if you get out of line, then your ass in mine

And I'ma run up in your house, put it in your mouth (****)

I might be new to the game (What?)

But it's a damn shame what a brother 'bout to do to the game

I got Mark Ron' backin' me up

I'm already on a song with Nate Dogg

That's why you wanna hate, dog?

Here's a warning, when Mark bring the horns in

Say the wrong thing and you won't see the mornin'

You gon' get dealt with, man, yo Nate, man

Let's ride on these bitches, come on

Ooh wee

Ooh wee

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Ooh wee

Ooh wee

La, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la-la

I can tell you what they say, haters, if you wanna know

They say, "Ooh wee"