Luyện nghe bài hát Ooohhhwee

P]
Weebie! at me (c'mon)
I got like bottles of bubbly (oh)

[Chorus One 2X:
I love the way she shake it in the - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps bouncin and - OOOHHHWEE!

P]
I know a big girl, a ironed skirt
Give her couple dollars, make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our large
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two
On a or a plane or exotic cars
it to the next girl, bring the toys
On the dash, little shawty takin it off
her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it stop, keep drinkin the Cris'"
I'ma boy this, like to do the ass
See a fine chick, you I'm gon' grab her
Nelly Nay where you at?
No Limit boy tryin to do that thang
I said "Rock the boat, let it sank"
It's to go to war, I got the tank

One]

[Master P] Say that

I could work, put ya body, c'mon it up, back it up
You know Weebie and P, we gon' tank it up, tank it up
Turn around to the ground, you know how it
Catch the flow, tippie-toe, and wobble some mo'
you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wit it
Act a fool and wit it
Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't a muscle
Gotcha on the wall 'til you run outta breath
No Limit like I told ya so y'all us respect
Now you could it like a dog, break my fuckin balls
Do it how ya do it, see ya take it off

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[Chorus Two:
Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, on
Rock, rock on, rock, on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock
Now won'tcha turn around and wit it
Back it up and wit it, test around and hustle wit it
Ooh baby ooh

P]
Mary had a big ol' as tight as Jesus shorts
And club that Mary was at then thugs would show the gold
That she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a model
Project chick but just like a model
When I'm rollin through the hood she on
Don't mind in and shakin her thang in the club
I mean, bopper she loved the tote shoppers
Call her head nurse I'ma be the doctor
A real mamma cook bricks and eggs
And she don't the farm herself to get paid
Candice on twaps she love the ball
Thought she had the nizzle on the dresses at the
Buyin, heels on some leather boots
And lookin for them ballers wit the loot, WHAT?!

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[Master P over Chorus
Where No Limit boys at? Throw them 'bows
No Limit girls, get money and what?
Told y'all (?) no stoppin us
Putcha "Gameface" on when ya us

P (Weebie)]
East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid (OOOHHHWEE!)
West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), South (OOOHHHWEE!)
The clique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'all, know, we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody tell valet to bring my
I'm to (?) wit a couple these poppers y'heard?
The not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!