Letra Ooooh Weeee de Master P original
Master P> Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon) I'm at the bar I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh) Chorus One 2X: Weebie> I like it when she shakes it in that thong - OOOHHHWEE! The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE! Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE! No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE! Master P> I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work I mean holla at me whoadie, you know I'm too large My fantasy's to have sex wit two broads On a boat or a plane or exotic cars From my Bentley to a Lexus, girl bring the toys On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists I told her 'Wait, it don't stop, keep bringin the Cris'' I'ma country boy just like the Dukes of Hazard See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her Ellie May girl where you at? This No Limit boy tryin to do that dance I said 'Rock the boat, don't let it sank' It's time to go to war, I got the tank Chorus One> Master P> Say that then Weebie> I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, back it up You know Weebie and Master P, we gon' tank it up, tank it up Turn around to the ground, you know how it goes Touch the floor, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo' Now you know how I do it so don't act surprised For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighs Now won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit it Act a fool and wobble wit it Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscle Gotcha workin on the wall 'til you run outta breath No Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respect Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fin balls Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off Chorus One> Chorus Two: Weebie> Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock Now won'tcha turn around and hustle wit it Back it up and hustle wit it, touch the ground and hustle wit it Ooh baby ooh baby Master P> Mary had a big ol' butt them tightest jeans 4 sho And every club that Mary was at then thugs was sure to go That mean she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a bottle Project chick but pretty just like a model Find her rollin through the hood she loved thugs Don't mind gettin paid for shakin her thang in the club I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor A real country mama cook grits and eggs And she don't leave the farm except to get paid Candice on twaps cause she love the ball Find her at the nizzle on the dresses at the mall Buyin, high heels or some leather boots And lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?! Chorus One> Chorus Two> Master P over Chorus Two> Where them No Limit boys at? Throw them up Them No Limit girls, get money or what? Told y'all clownz ain't no stoppin us Putcha gameface on when ya watchin us Master P> (Weebie) East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!) West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!) The ghetto ville (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!) Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!) Y'all, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!) Somebody tell valet to bring my Bentley I'm about to pop wit a couple these poppers y'heard? The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!