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Ooh La La - Coolio
Uh, I sneak a forty like a cheetah And give a call to the wild when I greet her (Meow!) The coochie leader Bend on over and touch your toes And I can jump up on a dresser and strike a pose Uh, if you want it then you're ready and you're able, girl Pull up your skirt and we can do it on the pool table Your nipples look so tender Can I twirl 'em in my mouth like a blender, surrender Cause ain't nothin but freakin I can keep it all day, all weekend And have you tweekin I be strokin, that's what I be doin And every position you assumin Uh, all night, all day If you stay I can rub you the right way (Hey!) If he go one time, I go three Cause that's how it is in the CPT Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) You're lookin kinda pretty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can I get close to the kitty? Are you sure that we alone, all alone? (Yeah!) Lock the door and unplug the telephone (Telephone!) Light some candles let me get a look at your handles (Ooh-wee!) You got a body like a sex scandal So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch Turn around and let me see you from the back, ah shat! (Damn!) You know you bring out the freak in me I go deep in the peak, I hope you think of me Whenever you need some sexual healing We like two in a million Don't fight the feelin You ain't dealin with no rookie Yes I got a lot of nuts in my Tollhouse cookie Call up your bookie, put your money on the cement I'm puttin in work like a tag team free man I spark through the woods like a Recon And we can do it all night with the lights on Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Let's go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) I hope you ain't the kind that acts a ditty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) I'm tryin to get close to the kitty What's up on some lovin, babay? We can roll in my sixty-three And drink Hennessy What's up on some lovin, babay? Don't you wanna roll with me? You and me can cream We can put it on a platter, girl, it don't matter I make it hot and you can pop it like a firecracker In the bedroom, bathroom, livin room Outside in the yard, it's a full moon In the car, in the front seat, back seat On the trunk, on the hood, and it's all good I'll be the piece and you can be the booty And I'll work extra duty to please your coochie You can lay me on the bed and cuff me up Spread honey on my chest, but don't rough me up Dig your nails in my back, girl, play yo game You never come the same if we say yo name Is it real or a dream You make me scream When you rub my body with shaving cream Stick your tongue down my throat and give me a kiss (Mmm-waah!) Cause you know it don't get no better than this (That's right!) Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Damn, you're lookin kinda pretty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can I get close to the kitty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Girl, I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Come and get a taste of the ribby (Ribby!) Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Now, the kitty's kinda friendly What's up on some lovin, babay? We can roll in my sixty-three And drink Hennessy What's up on some lovin, babay? Don't you wanna roll with me? You and me can cream |
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1 2 3 4 Get your woman on the floor Gotta gotta get up to get down Gotta gotta get up to get down What up everybody so glad you're here It's Coolio with the flow back in your ear This ain't a fantastic voyage But I'm still on a mission to see if I can Get your attention Now I want drops some information Just a little additive to your education I live my life by the code of the funk 600 watt AMP. 18s in the trunk When I'm on the streets ya gotta feel my beats So throw your hands up if you're down with the C Double O-L-I-O with the flow I'm lookin' for the party so let a brother know 1-2-3 it's like A-B-C if hip-hop didn't pay I'd rap for free 2: Slide Slide but that's the past I gotta sumpin' brand new for that ass (repeat 1, 1) If ya got beef then fool eat a pork chop Once I get it goin' ya know it don't stop I brake like anti-locks panties drop From hood to hood block to block Help I need somebody To get it goin' on in the party Baby you can do it take your time do it right We can drink some yak and do it all damn night My name ain't Wanda but I'll rock your world I get more bounce than a Jherry Curl Too many lookie-loos be lookin' for clues There's a party goin' on now whatcha gonna do So grab your partner do-see-do If you done know who it is it's Coolio (repeat 2, 1...) Push, push in the bush But don't step on the toes 'cause you might get smushed It's the brother from around the way And what I say I'm in the corner on three like Dr. Dre Comin' at 'em with a pattern and a fresh pair adams I hope he don't trip, 'cause I don't wanna have to gat 'em So move your body, baby, drive the homies crazy Then when you sake that ass it's always amazin' Ain't no party like a west coast party 'Cause a west coast party don't stop So when you see a young nigga In a Chevy hittin' switches Then ya gotta give a nigga his props I got sides in my rides and motion for your ocean Coolio got the potion to get the party open (rpt. 2, 1...) |
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