Luyện nghe bài hát Ooohhhwee

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

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

P]
I know a big girl, with a ironed
Give her dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our large
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two
On a boat or a plane or cars
Bring it to the next girl, the toys
On the dash, shawty started takin it off
her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, drinkin the Cris'"
I'ma boy this, like to do the ass
See a fine chick, you know I'm grab her
Nelly Nay girl you at?
This No Limit boy tryin to do that
I "Rock the boat, don't let it sank"
time to go to war, I got the tank

[Chorus

[Master P] Say then

I could work, put ya body, back it up, back it up
You know Weebie and Master P, we tank it up, tank it up
Turn to the ground, you know how it goes
Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble mo'
you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you your thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wit it
Act a and wobble wit it
Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a
workin on the wall 'til you run outta breath
No Limit like I told ya so give us respect
Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin
Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya it off

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

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

[Chorus

Two]

[Master P over Two]
Where them No boys at? Throw them 'bows
Them No Limit girls, get money and
y'all (?) ain't 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 stop us, stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'all, know, we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody tell valet to bring my
I'm about to (?) wit a couple poppers y'heard?
The not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!