Luyện nghe bài hát Ooohhhwee

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

One 2X: Weebie]
I the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!

P]
I know a big girl, a ironed skirt
Give her dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our large
Our to have sex wit two broads
On a or a plane or exotic cars
Bring it to the next girl, bring the
On the dash, little shawty started it off
Took her to the V.I.P., breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my 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 girl you at?
This No Limit boy tryin to do that
I said "Rock the boat, let it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the

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[Master P] Say then

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

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

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

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[Chorus

[Master P over Two]
Where them No Limit at? Throw them 'bows
Them No Limit girls, get money and
Told y'all (?) ain't no us
"Gameface" on when ya catchin us

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