Ooh Wee lyrics

Artist  : Mark Ronson 
Song : Ooh Wee



 Send "Ooh Wee" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
(feat. Ghostface Killah,
Nate Dogg, Trife)


[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Nate Dogg)]



(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala)

Yo, what's the deal, nigga?

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 (la-la-la-la,
lalalalalala)

Yo, yo



[Ghostface Killah]

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 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 Acid, rockin' the
show

Special guest: Starks / Mark Ronson

First five hundred bitches 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 (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)



[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]

Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la,
lalalalalala)



[Nate Dogg]

When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna
know

I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga
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 (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)

In the middle of the summer, or even twenty
below

I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' cold

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

They say ooooooooooh weeeee



[Trife]

Aiyo, aiyo

My games here 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 ass, they throwin' it up

Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it
up"



[Chorus 2X]