| Ridin' in a drop top 'Vette doing ninety
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| Front seat fresh ho, no five, oh, behind me
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| I know it is a fat house party, so yo bust the def left
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| Rich baby’s parents went away for the weekend
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| Oh, there’s plenty of freaks left
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| And there’s gonna be freakin', the house party’s peakin'
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| So I’m sneakin' upstairs with a fresh stunt
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| Grabbed the rump, pushed the stunt in the closet
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| Sparked the blunt, humped the rump
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| Puffed the blunt, bust a nut, aah ooh wee
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| Boss says, it’s cool to come to work when you can make it
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| Halle Berry lyin' in your bed butt-stankin' naked
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| The deck is on me, here’s some more condoms I think I wanna gee
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| She said, my friend, it makes me wanna sing me, me, me, me, me
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| Boss says, it’s cool to come to work when you can make it
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| Halle Berry sittin', in your bed butt-stankin' naked
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| You know what I’m saying, ay, I just gotta scream
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Ha ha ha, I chuckle to myself
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| That’s the way I feel, you wanna know the scoop?
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| When you’re getting up, you’re on your way to school
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| And then you find out, that it’s a holiday
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| Tank is on full, the sun is in the sky
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| So you drop the top, it’s time get out
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| Kind of how it is when you kick eight bars
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| And not rhyme once and still sound fly
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| Wheee! |
| Peekin' at the Smith girl, sneakin' out the back door
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| Leapin' in the neighbor’s pool naked
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| Story uhm, ahh, err, I scream, I
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| Join in skinny dip swimming, shakin' when the wind blows
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| Swan dive, ha ha ha, errr, umm, ah, fuck it
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Wheee!
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| Whoopsy daisy, as she busts my eyes close
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| Excuse the pitch if I slip and my rhyme’s slow
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| But I got a feelin' ho is appealin'
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| I’m sittin' underground but my head is to the ceiling
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| Ooh, I got a freak on the way
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| She wants to come I’mma make her stay
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| Wheee! |
| 'Cause the girl love’s to gee
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| Especially when it comes to Clee
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| And when I bust a nut I’ll say, whee, hee hee
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| Um, yeah, Smooth’s havin' fun 'cause he’s got his flow on
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| Call me a freak jack-in-the-box, yeah, I’ll go on
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| A tight skirt and a tail makin' crazy mail
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| In living color, gumbo from my mother
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| Roller coaster, toast, jam
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| Martin Lawrence skins when I slam
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| Spill a fat drink like a gobstopper
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| When you see me in a club, you know I’ll holla
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| In comes three times when I nut
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| Put my dick in her butt, walked on her cunt
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| I sneeze, made her jump, let me tell it
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| Put my finger in her ass, let her smell it
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| Close the door, pretend I’m takin' a shit
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| But I really got my toes pointed, hand on my dick
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| I’m sick, I got the flu, but I’ll still kiss you till you smell like
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| Doodoo, my ass is soggy
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| My drawers are wet, they’re kinda foggy
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| I can’t see a thing, I feel like a big fat
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| Bing, bong, ding, dong, I got camel humps on my back
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| I got bald head butt corduroy calluses all on my hand
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| I smell like, uh, the Bee Gees band
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| Damn, that shit was wack
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| I’m snugglin' in the arms of a fresh stunt
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| Bosoms in my grill, peepin' Benny Hill with a fat blunt
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| John Madden, football, a fat hit off the beadie
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| Doggystyle behind the bed and still can see the TV
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| Silly cartoons is getting watched like Juju
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| (Si, inspector)
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| I think I see the blootch
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| Boom, my mistake, it was 'de boom'
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| Bust in on my man in the next room
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| Wheee! |
| Fuck you, Johnny
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| The spoon-fed Apple Jacks in bed room
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| Fresh freak with the ice cubes and a lot of headroom
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| A dope ho strip show with all the girls we know
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| I won’t kiss the feet if the girlie’s got cheese toes
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| Clee won’t leave me alone, I’m five gees, gone
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| Wheee! |
| Clee |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wheee!, artist - Digital Underground. Album song The Body-Hat Syndrome, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп