Master P

Master P - Ooohhhwee lyrics

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To the beat y'all





Weebie!  Holla at me (c'mon)

I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)





I love 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 our crew large

Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads

On a boat or a plane or exotic cars

from the Bently to the Lexus, girl bring the toys

On the dance floor shorty 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 the waiter "Don't stop, keep bringin' the Cris'"

i'ma country boy like to Dukes of Hazard

See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her

Elle Nay 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













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









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, touch the ground  and hustle wit it

Ooh baby ooh baby





Mary had a big ol' butt, in them tight ass jeans it showed

And every club that Mary was at then thugs was sure to go

I mean she had the bo-legged 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 don't leave the farm except to get paid

Candice on twaps cause she love the ball

Thought she had the nizzle on the dresses at the mall

Buyin, high heels on some leather boots

And lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?!













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





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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