Ooh Wee (feat. Ghostface Killah, Nate Dogg, Trife & Saigon)

Yo what's the deal

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 Yo la-la-la-la yo

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 g'd off

Cigars paisley robes

Four b**ches 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 ** rockin' the show

Special guest: Starks / Mark Ronson

First five hundred b**ches 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

Oooooh weee ooh wee la-la-la-la lalalalalala

Oooooh weee ooh wee la-la-la-la lalalalalala

When I step into the party all the ladies wanna know

I'm hangin' wit the ballers yeah or my ni**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 hoe

Oooooooooh weee

In the middle of the summer or even twenty below

I'm a bad muthaf**ka I'm way to f**kin' cold

Let me tell you what they say when I'm pullin' off my drawers

They say ooooooooooh

Aiyo

When you walk to party just to cut up a rug

Don't make me wanna 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"

Oooooh weee ooh wee la-la-la-la lalalalalala

Oooooh weee ooh wee la-la-la-la lalalalalala

To the bang bang boogie up jump the funk

When I bang big bullets I buck up a chump

I love to get a b**ch that's stuck up the hump

Act thug then my bullet get's stuck up your rump

Like boom ya'll 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

I might be new to the game what

But it's a damn shame what a brother bout to do 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**ches come on

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 ooooooooooh weeeee