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    | Ooh Wee 
 [Intro: Ghostface Killah (Nate Dogg)]
 (La-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
 Yo, what's the deal, nigga?
 Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that
 Trynna get our head rights, get this money right
 You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go
 Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
 Yo, yo
 
 [Ghostface Killah]
 Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down
 Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City
 Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
 Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
 Cigars, paisley robes
 Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window
 The cashier was scared, she asked for my info
 The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult
 That's the cause, just because
 We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough
 And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows
 We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show
 Special guest: Starks Mark Bronson
 First five hundred bitches went crazy he let them on and in
 All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin'
 Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
 
 [Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]
 Oooooh weee, ohh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
 
 [Nate Dogg]
 When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know
 I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost
 I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know
 They say ooooooh wee
 When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll
 Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo
 If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe
 Oooooooooh weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
 In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below
 I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' cold
 Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers
 They say ooooooooooh weeeee
 
 [Trife]
 Aiyo, aiyo
 My games here to party, just to cut up a rug
 Don't make me wanna cut up a thug
 Now play something for D.J., cuz there's nothin' but love
 Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
 When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
 The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club
 Mamies, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up
 Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"
 
 [Chorus 2X]
 
 [Saigon]
 To the bang bang boogie, up jump the funk
 When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump
 I love to get a bitch that's stuck up the hump
 Act thug, then my bullet get's stuck up your rump
 Like boom, ya'll heard, I bust and that's my word
 So if you get out of line then, that your ass is mine
 And I'mma run up in your house, put it in your mouth
 I might be new to the game (what?)
 But it's a damn shame, what a brother bout to do to the game
 I got Mark Ron' backin' me up
 I'm already on a song with Nate Dogg, that's why you wanna hate, dog?
 Here's a warning, when Mark bring the horns in
 Say the wrong thing, and you won't see the morning
 You gon' get dealt with man, yo Nate, man
 let's ride on these bitches, come on
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