Mark Ronson

(feat. Ghostface Killah, Nate Dogg, Trife, Saigon)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Nate Dogg)]
(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, whats the deal, nigga?
Aint nuthin pa, we just here and all that
Trynna get our head rights, get this money right
You know what Im 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, thats when Ghost just gd 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, thats an insult
Thats the cause, just because
We talkin bout 5 million dollars here, this aint 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 x2: Nate Dogg]
Oooooh weee, ohh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
[Nate Dogg]
When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know
Im 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 Im 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
Im a bad muthafucka, Im way to fuckin cold
Let me tell you what they say, when Im pullin off my drawers
They say ooooooooooh weeeee
[Trife]
Aiyo, aiyo
My games here to party, just to cut up a rug
Dont make me wanna cut up a thug
Now play something for D.J., cuz theres 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, Im "wrappin it up"
[Chorus x2]
[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 thats stuck up the hump
Act thug, then my bullet gets stuck up your rump
Like boom, yall heard, I bust and thats my word
So if you get out of line then, that your ass is mine
And Imma run up in your house, put it in your mouth
I might be new to the game (what?)
But its a damn shame, what a brother bout to do to the game
I got Mark Ron backin me up
Im already on a song with Nate Dogg, thats why you wanna hate, dog?
Heres a warning, when Mark bring the horns in
Say the wrong thing, and you wont see the morning
You gon get dealt with man, yo Nate, man
lets ride on these bitches, come on
[ Ooh Wee (Remix) Lyrics ]