(La la la la, la la la la la la la)
Yo, what's the deal, nigga?
Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that
Trynna get our heads right
Get this money right and all that
You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go
Just another day in the hood
Yo (La la la la)
Yo (La la la la la la la)
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 bitches 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 coldest, just because
We talkin' 'bout 5 million dollars here
This ain't Play-doh dough
And your horoscope read, "You gon' slay those hoes"
We got Scribbles, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show
Special guest Starks, Mark Ronson
First five hundred bitches went crazy
When he let they odds in
All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin'
Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La la la la, la la la la la la la)
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La la la la, la la la la la la la)
When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know
I'm hangin' with the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Rolls
I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know
They say, "Ooh wee!"
When I'm rollin' 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
Ooh wee (La la la la, la la la la la la la)
In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below
I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way too fuckin' cold
Let me tell you what they say
When I'm pullin' off my drawers
They say, "Ooh wee!"
Aiyo, aiyo
I came to the party, just to cut up a rug
Don't make me have to cut up a thug
Now play something for me, DJ
'Cause 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
Mamis shakin' they asses, they throwin' it up
Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm wrappin' it up
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La la la la, la la la la la la la)
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La la la la, la la la la la la la)
To the bang-bang boogity, up jump the funk
When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump
I love to get a bitch that's stuck up the hump
Act thug, then my bullet get stuck up your rump
Like boom, y'all heard
I bust and that's my word
So if you get out of line, then your ass is mine
And I'mma run up in your house
Put it in your mouth (Nigga)
I might be new to the game (What?)
But it's a damn shame what a brother 'bout to do to 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 bitches
Come on!
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La la la la, la la la la la la la)
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La la la la, la la la la la la la)
I can tell you what they say, haters
If you wanna know
They say, "Ooh wee"
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