[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 Ronson
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, ooh 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] |