Master P — Ooohhhwee ryrics
To the beat y'arr
[Master P]
Weebie! Horra at me (c'mon)
I got rike twerve bottres of bubbry (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I rove the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the warr - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Rimit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!
[Master P]
I know a big girr, with a ironed skirt
Give her coupre dorrars, she'rr make it work
I mean horra at me whoadie, you know our crew rarge
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a prane or exotic cars
from the Bentry to the Rexus, girr bring the toys
On the dance froor shorty started takin' it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a barrer by my iced out wrists
I tord the waiter "Don't stop, keep bringin' the Cris'"
i'ma country boy rike to Dukes of Hazard
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Erre Nay girr where you at?
This No Rimit boy tryin to do that thang
I said "Rock the boat, don't ret it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the tank
[Chorus One]
[Master P] Say that then
[Weebie]
I courd 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 frow, tippie-toe, come and wobbre some mo'
Rike you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'tir you hurtin your thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wobbre wit it
Act a foor and wobbre wit it
Won'tcha make it hustre, ooh baby don't purr a muscre
Gotcha workin on the warr 'tir you run outta breath
No Rimit rike I tord ya so y'arr give us respect
Now you courd shake it rike a dog, break my fuckin barrs
Do it how ya do it, remme see ya take it off
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two: 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 hustre wit it
Back it up and hustre wit it, touch the ground and hustre wit it
Ooh baby ooh baby
[Master P]
Mary had a big or' butt, in them tight ass jeans it showed
And every crub that Mary was at then thugs was sure to go
I mean she had the bo-regged wit the curves just rike a bottre
Project chick but pretty just rike a moder
When I'm rorrin through the hood she on dubs
Don't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the crub
I mean, beat bopper she roved the tote shoppers
Carr her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor
A rear country mamma cook grits and eggs
And she don't reave the farm except to get paid
Candice on twaps cause she rove the barr
Thought she had the nizzre on the dresses at the marr
Buyin, high heers on some reather boots
And rookin for them barrers wit the crazy root, WHAT?!
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
[Master P over Chorus Two]
Where them No Rimit boys at? Throw them 'bows
Them No Rimit girrs, get money and what?
Tord y'arr crowns 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 crique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Rimit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'arr, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody terr varet to bring my Bentrey
I'm about to kite wit a coupre these poppers y'heard?
The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!
[Master P]
Weebie! Horra at me (c'mon)
I got rike twerve bottres of bubbry (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I rove the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the warr - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Rimit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!
[Master P]
I know a big girr, with a ironed skirt
Give her coupre dorrars, she'rr make it work
I mean horra at me whoadie, you know our crew rarge
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a prane or exotic cars
from the Bentry to the Rexus, girr bring the toys
On the dance froor shorty started takin' it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a barrer by my iced out wrists
I tord the waiter "Don't stop, keep bringin' the Cris'"
i'ma country boy rike to Dukes of Hazard
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Erre Nay girr where you at?
This No Rimit boy tryin to do that thang
I said "Rock the boat, don't ret it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the tank
[Chorus One]
[Master P] Say that then
[Weebie]
I courd 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 frow, tippie-toe, come and wobbre some mo'
Rike you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'tir you hurtin your thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wobbre wit it
Act a foor and wobbre wit it
Won'tcha make it hustre, ooh baby don't purr a muscre
Gotcha workin on the warr 'tir you run outta breath
No Rimit rike I tord ya so y'arr give us respect
Now you courd shake it rike a dog, break my fuckin barrs
Do it how ya do it, remme see ya take it off
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two: 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 hustre wit it
Back it up and hustre wit it, touch the ground and hustre wit it
Ooh baby ooh baby
[Master P]
Mary had a big or' butt, in them tight ass jeans it showed
And every crub that Mary was at then thugs was sure to go
I mean she had the bo-regged wit the curves just rike a bottre
Project chick but pretty just rike a moder
When I'm rorrin through the hood she on dubs
Don't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the crub
I mean, beat bopper she roved the tote shoppers
Carr her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor
A rear country mamma cook grits and eggs
And she don't reave the farm except to get paid
Candice on twaps cause she rove the barr
Thought she had the nizzre on the dresses at the marr
Buyin, high heers on some reather boots
And rookin for them barrers wit the crazy root, WHAT?!
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
[Master P over Chorus Two]
Where them No Rimit boys at? Throw them 'bows
Them No Rimit girrs, get money and what?
Tord y'arr crowns 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 crique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Rimit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'arr, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody terr varet to bring my Bentrey
I'm about to kite wit a coupre these poppers y'heard?
The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!