Master P - Ooohhhwee Lyrics
To the beat y'all[Master P]Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon), I'm at the ballI 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 skirtGive her couple dollars, she'll make it workI mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew largeMy fantasy's to have sex wit two broadsOn a boat or a plane, some exotic carsFrom a Bentley to a Lex, girl, bring the toysOn the dance floor, shawty started takin it offTook her to the V.I.P., started breakin me offSaid she knew I was a baller by my iced out wristsI told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep drinkin the Cris'"I'm a country boy just like the Dukes of HazzardSee a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab herAnnie May girl where you at?This No Limit boy tryin to do that thangI 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 upYou know Weebie and Master P, we gon' tank it up, tank it upTurn around to the ground, you know how it goesCatch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo'Like you know how I do it so don't act surprisedFor a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighsNow won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit itAct a fool and wobble wit itWon'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscleGotcha workin on the wall 'til you run outta breathNo Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respectNow you could shake it like a dog, break my *****in ballsDo 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 onRock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rockNow won'tcha turn around and hustle wit itBack it up and hustle wit it, test around and hustle wit itOoh baby, ooh baby[Master P]Mary had a big ol' butt, in them tight ass jeans it'd showAnd every club that Mary was at them thugs were sure to goI mean she had bow-legs wit the curves just like a bottleProject chick but pretty just like a modelWhen I'm rollin through the hood she on dubsDon't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the clubI mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppersCall her head nurse then I'ma be the doctorA real country mamma cook grits and eggsAnd she won't leave the farm except to get paidCandies on twat cause she love to ballFind her at the mizzle on the dresser or the mallBuyin, high heels on some leather bootsOr 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 'bowsThem No Limit girls, get money and what?Told y'all clowns ain't no stoppin usPutcha "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 BentleyI'm about to kite wit a couple these poppers y'heard?The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE
