(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
Yo, what's the deal, nigga?
Ain't nothin' pa, we just here and all that
Tryna get our head rights, get this money right
You know what I'm sayin', you know how it goes
Just another day in the hood
Yo, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
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 they call this, because
We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-Doh dough
And your horoscope read: you gon' slay those hoes
We got Scribbes, Anthony Acid rockin' the show
Special guest star Mark Ronson
First five hundred bitches went crazy when he let they aunts in an'
All he did was plug me in, I got the charger
Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
When I step into the party all the ladies wanna know
I'm hangin' with the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost
I can tell you what they say, hey, that's if you wanna know
They say, ooh wee
When I'm rollin' 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
Ooh, wee
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
In the middle of the summer or even 20 below
I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way too fuckin' cold
Let me tell you what they say when I'm pullin' off my drawers
They say, ooh wee
Aiyo, aiyo, I came to the party just to cut up a rug
Don't make me have to cut up a thug
Now, play something for me, DJ, '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
Mammies, shakin' they ass, just they throwin' it up
Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm wrappin' 'em up
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
To the bang-bang boogity, 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 stuck up your rump
Like boom! Ya heard
I bust and that's my word
So if you get out of line then, then yo' ass is mine
And I'm 'a run up in your house, put it in your mouth (nigga)
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!
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
Ooh wee, ooh wee
(La, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la)
I can tell you what they say, hey, that's if you wanna know
They say, ooh wee
