| MAN: What’s up, baby? |
| They done had that last call for alcohol and
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| Everything, what’s up, you gon' come back to the 'mote with me or what?
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| WOMAN: But what about yo' girlfriend? |
| She s’posed to be my friend
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| MAN: Come on, come on, baby, don’t worry 'bout her, I mean we can leave
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| Here, go get something to eat. |
| You hungry?
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| WOMAN: Mmm … yeah … I’m hungry a lil' bit. |
| I just …
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| MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at
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| The hotel … so what you gon' do?
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| WOMAN: (sigh) You really gon' pay my phone bill?
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| Uh! |
| Uh! |
| Ahh baby, here we go now!
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| Verse 1: Thrill Pa Dlaya
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| Hey baby doll, what’s up? |
| 'Scuse the mood, I’m a lil' bit bored
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| And normally, I don’t try to take girls home after the club
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| But you got that flavor ride, and I’m kinda hungry
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| Not only that, strictly by myself, sometimes I tend to get lonely
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| So let’s find this camp, and get a lil' something to eat
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| Get back to the 'mote and kick off them shoes so I can rub them feet
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| And we both dogs, baby, so we ain’t got to joke
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| If you’re down, I’ll get to the car and we can head to the 'mote!
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| {Let's go to the motel, let’s go to the 'mote
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| I won’t tell if you don’t tell!}
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| Jay-Ski:
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| Girl, don’t have no shame!
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| How you’ll be gettin' that pocket
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| Change!
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| Girl, you know the deal!
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| How you’ll be payin' that phone bill!
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| Verse 2: The Rottweiler
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| It’s the last call for alcohol, baby, so let’s leave the club
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| I wanna get in the tub and rub-a-dub, 'cause I’m in the mood for lo-ove …
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| You wanted barbecue or mildew, girl, so what you wanna do?
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| We can go to the Hilton, Motel 6 or get a room at the Peek-A-Boo, uh
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| So eat your Wheaties, sweetie, and yo, you can best believe
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| Bring your toothbrush, a fresh pair of panties, yo, and that’s all you need
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| So let’s keep it a G thang, (?), uhh, and please don’t go tell
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| That you’re makin' noise with the 69 Boyz, so let’s go to the motel, uhh!
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| Jay-Ski:
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| And we can have some fun!
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| How you’ll be gettin' them braids done!
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| Girl, don’t try to shine!
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| Where you workin' part time!
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| Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
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| Don’t holler 'bout, I don’t know ya, and you don’t know me
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| 'Cause if your booty big, then I’ma learn to dig your personality
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| I’m real, though; |
| I ain’t fake, heyyy, I want them skins
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| And you can bring your big booty buddies too;
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| I got a motel full of friends:
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| Danny, Tony T, Lemonhead, A.B., Daddy Black and Jay
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| You got three more friends?
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| Well, I do too: the Rottweiler, Rico and DJ M.A.
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| We got rooms at the 6, so let’s handle our business
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| Find this camp and go to the 'mote so I can rub-a-dub that Guinness!
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| Jay-Ski:
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| Girl, you know the time!
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| It’s better than waitin' in that welfare
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| Line!
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| Girl, it ain’t gon' hurt!
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| How you got that dual invert!
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| Yeah baby! |
| Here we go, come on, come on, here we go, baby!
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| (leads into «Ding Dong Song») |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ah, l'eloquence, artist - Bourvil. Album song Meilleure collection française: Le meilleur de Bourvil, in the genre Поп