Lyrics Room 69 - Prince Paul, Sweet Dee

Room 69

TARIQ: Yo, gotta go, y’all.
Remember: cash rules, motherfucker!
TARIQ: Yo, who this?
Somebody page Tariq?
TRU: Yo!
The boss said you been blowing up in sales!
Heard that you was blowing
me out the box!
I just wanted to call, congratulate you, and just show you how
proud I am of you!
I got you a lil something.
Meet me at the Pickwick Motor Inn
at 7:00, room 69, and don’t be late, aight?
I gotta go.
Peace!
TARIQ: Aight, then, peace
TARIQ (NARRATION): Well, it was already six o’clock, and I didn’t wanna be late.
So I headed down to the Pickwick.
not knowing what I was in store for…
HOOKER: Come in…
TARIQ: Oh!
I’m sorry, love.
I thought this was room 69
HOOKER: You got the right number, baby
TARIQ: Nah, I was s’posed to meet my boy Tru here.
He said he had something for
me
HOOKER: Well, you looking at it, sugar.
He says you been doing a real good job…
HOOKER: Now, let’s see how good a job you can do
HOOKER (mouth full): Why don’t you fuck me now?
TARIQ: What?
HOOKER: Oh, sorry, baby.
I said, «Why don’t you fuck me now?»
TARIQ: Yeah, no doubt.
I’m on that.
C’mon!
HOOKER: Wait, before we get started, let me turn the radio on and set the mood…