Ghostface k**ah - Ooh Wee lyrics

[*first single from "Here Comes the Fuzz" (9/9/03)] [Intro: Ghostface k**ah (Nate Dogg)] (La-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, n***a? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) [Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just [?] off Cigars, paisley robes Four b**hes 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 lows We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show Special guest: Starks / Mark Ronson First five hundred b**hes went crazy he let them on and in All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin' Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment [Hook: Nate Dogg] Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) [Nate Dogg] When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my n***a Ghost I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know They say ooooooh 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 Oooooooooh weee In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below I'm a bad muthaf**a, I'm way to f**in' cold Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers They say ooooooooooh weeeee [Trife] Aiyo, aiyo My games here to party, just to cut up a rug Don't make me have to cut up a thug Now play something for D.J., cuz 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' they a**, they throwin' it up Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up" To the bang-bang boogity, up jump the funk When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump I love to get a b**h 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, that your a** is mine And I'mma run up in your house, put it in your mouth (n***a) 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 morning You gon' get dealt with, man. Yo Nate, man Let's ride on these b**hes. Come on! [Hook: Nate Dogg] Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) I can tell you what they say, haters, if you wanna know They say ooooooh wee