| Lyrics: | To the beat y'all
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon), I'm at the ball
I
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 skirt
Give her
couple dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew large
My
fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane, some exotic cars
From a Bentley
to a Lex, girl, bring the toys
On the dance floor, shawty 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 her "Wait, it don't stop, keep drinkin the Cris'"
I'm a country boy just like the Dukes of
Hazzard
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Annie May 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
[Chorus One]
[Master P] Say
that then
[Weebie]
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
[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 hustle wit
it
Back it up and hustle wit it, test around and hustle wit it
Ooh baby, ooh
baby
[Master P]
Mary had a big ol' butt, in them tight ass jeans it'd show
And
every club that Mary was at them thugs were sure to go
I mean she had bow-legs 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 won't leave the farm except to get paid
Candies on twat
cause she love to ball
Find her at the mizzle on the dresser or the mall
Buyin, high heels
on some leather boots
Or 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 '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
[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 Bentley
I'm about to kite wit a couple these poppers y'heard?
The party's not
over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE |
