1.Woof Woof
Lyricist：Albert Van Bryant, Robert Green, Tood Hall, Kareem R Mills
Better ride you in tune to the sounds
Of the dance floor giants, 69
And we come to make you dance
And I brought my dogs wit me, check it out
Hold up, wait a minute
Y'all dance, who think I'm pretty？
Loud man breakin' your town
We're the force to make ya get down
Know and a bigger mess in your plans
It beats nothing so I dance
69 mic on the ground, breakin' it down
Wantin' more time
But this time, it's for my dogs
South, North, all y'all
There's more little things in life to get hot
What about the one's in your what
Those that don't like huh？
'Cuz me and my dogs are rightin' to get cool in it
Then I cut and chit chat
Y'all where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
This for the dogs in the lounge
And all the dogs in the grill
Can't be forgettin' the dogs in our town
That be keepin' it real
And all the dogs that we've known
They bark is worse than their bite
This for the dogs to get high
Here's one that I love
Say, yo, ladies？ Yeah？
Whassup？ I know y'all â~bout to give up
Light the 36 and tear the club up
If ya wit me dance a lil' bit
I know y'all lad' come to chill
Specially if y'all up on the bill
From the old up from A town
'Cuz y'all like it cheaper right now
AKA as I get on my roll
Work that body down to the floor
Y'all just ain't afraid to vibrate
Shake it up 'till it breaks
And if ya get bump come see the father
Little girl, you know that I gotcha
And I want ya, like that
But for now, where ya at？ Where ya at？
Where ya at girls？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
This is for my dogs in Dakota
And all my dogs in LA
Can't forget my dogs in New Orleans
Let's ride and ride it all day
Hands down, shake up, we all up in the mix
And it's about time we all break it down
And it goes a little something like this
Yo, dog, you see a little something you like？
You say, here Kittie Kittie, here Kittie Kittie Kittie
And she lookin' all good in the club tonight
You say here Kittie Kittie, here Kittie Kittie Kittie
If you's a dog and you need a fix
Here Kittie Kittie, here Kittie Kittie Kittie
We've been trying to tell y'all for years
That you need to open your ears
Take a trip down to the dirty south
And find out what is Woof Woof about
It's just a word we get call
No time for hype beats and huh
Cris-cross it all to make ya join
Wit the way that I bump bump bump
Ladies down from state to state
'Cuz like y'all dogs, we operate
And when the bass of his glib
Well, ya must be in tune to hear what we hear
Just like ya ought to do but inside of you
If not, we didn't come through
Knowin' the South is all of that
But for now I wanna know where the dogs is at
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Where ya at？ Where ya at？ Where ya at？
This for the dogs in Virginia
And the dogs in Indiana
And for the dogs out in Texas
Tennessee and Alabama
And for my dogs in Missouri
And for my dogs in North Carolina
And for my dogs in D.C.
And the ones in Mississippi
I know you dogs in Nebraska
New Mexico and Arizona
And the ones in Michigan
Milwaukee and Oklahoma
This for my dogs
Who got me riding out
From the North to the East and West
Again, in the dirty South, come on
Woof Woof where ya at？
Woof Woof where ya at？
Woof Woof where ya at？
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Where ya at？ Where ya at？
Woof Woof
Woof Woof
Woof Woof
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2.Do You Want It, Baby？
Lyricist：Vann Bryant, Bernard Edwards, Jay Mcgowan, Mathaniel Orange,
Nile Rodgers
Lady in the club on Friday night
In the V.I.P. underneath the light
Saw a real fine cutie with some hazel eye
Sitting with her friends eating shrimp and fries
So I walk over to her and shout some game
And say, 'Hey there baby what's ya name'
You say, 'Michelle my bell and I'm from the A-T-L'
Nice to meet you cutie pie
You new in town and I be's the guy to take you out
And do things you like, matter of fact we start tonight
Going to have a little private party, spreading oil all over
your body
She said, 'If you ain't friend before we go
Let me ask you a little something'
Do you want it baby？ Yeah, I want you
So get on it baby, yeah true
Do you need it baby？ You know I do
Wanna eat it baby？ If you want me to
Do you want it baby？ Yeah, I want you
So get on it baby, yeah true
Do you need it baby？ You know I do
Wanna eat it baby？ If you want me to
My grandmama sent me to the grocery store
To get some type of foods and aerosol
But when I got the aisle with the milk and cheese
Saw this cute girl and tig ol bitties
Why here with the big old thigh
So I hid behind the moon pies
Took a quick second think I found my word
Then slid my finger right next to her
Say hey girl watcha got cooking
I was working so hard in the grocery store
That I forgot what my grandmama sent me for
Went home and got bus stop
But these girls were so fine
It was working cussed out
Because the very next day
He be the one that I heard say
Do you want it baby？ Yeah, I want you
So get on it baby, yeah true
Do you need it baby？ You know I do
Wanna eat it baby？ If you want me to
Do you want it baby？ Yeah, I want you
So get on it baby, yeah true
Do you need it baby？ You know I do
Wanna eat it baby？ If you want me to
Girls 3 at the car wash
Getting my trizz up shizine bizz up
A girl pulls up don't stank a lane
And got out her car looking like Tyra Banks
Now believe you and me she was a cutie
With a big round bread with a booty
Got out the seat parked up the car
Payed for the wash and the armor all
Went back to 'em switched the paint
Say I paid for the wash and armor all
And the wax guess the wax job did it
'Cuz she fit it and broke down them deala's
Went over to her crib later on that evening
And ever since then we been hooking up everyday
Just so I can hear her say
Do you want it baby？ Yeah, I want you
So get on it baby, yeah true
Do you need it baby？ You know I do
Wanna eat it baby？ If you want me to
Do you want it baby？ Yeah, I want you
So get on it baby, yeah true
Do you need it baby？ You know I do
Wanna eat it baby？ If you want me to
3.Ding Dong Song
Lyricist：Albert V Bryant
95 South and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the phone
And get ready for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling song
(Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong)
(Hooh, da-dat, da-dat, da-dat)
Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, believe dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it goes like this, c'mon
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Yo, don't try to fake the funk on
Go on, give you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So mangy kitty-cat, get back
Get back, get back, get back, uhh
'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground beef
Backed up by a glass of Sweet T
And you know my theme song, uhh, that ding-a-long
So just call me 'ball park'
'Cause I pump when you click your jaw
And girl, I'm surprised you took it all
'Cause I run you like a track meet
I can't wait, so jump in the back seat
And you know the words, so sing along
And prepare for the ding-ding-ding-along
Girl, you know you's a winner
Tell me what you want for dinner
How 'bout a six-pack of that
Ding-ding-dong, da-dat, da-dat
Help us, help us, 68
Who do you appreciate？
The one that's singin' you a sweet song,
Or the one that's feedin' you ding-dong？
'Cause I can't sing too well
But I can make that kitty-cat swell
So before I push up
Hold your breath and wish yourself good luck
This ain't 'I Dream of Jeannie'
And I ain't got no teeny weenie
Just call me King Kong
Leader of the pack when it comes to ding-dong
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
95 South, get on the mic now
Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-ding-dong
Come on over for a game of ping-pong
I'll serve, 'cause girl, I like ya
Pass ya 'round and lemme spike ya
So let a nigga get on ya
Pretty baby, I'm gon-na
Call ya up one night to ring-a-ling
Put in your order for a 3-piece ding-a-ling
Or an extra crispy Dom dinner
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a winner
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you fall asleep
Call me Black, or Daddy Dog Sheep
Hey yo, fellas, you gots to keep her
'Cause a nigga like Black'll creep her
Hey yo, girl, you can't go wrong
With this ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
It's the Booty Man
C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time
95 South down with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers! You're gettin' weak
'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach
And it ain't no shame
Hey girl, let's go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll feed ya
I got a menu, so let me read ya
Hot smoked sausages and some salty peanuts
And great, big ol' hot-dawgs that'll sho'nuff fill ya up, right
But yo, don't try to eat too much
'Cause you know you might get choked
But you can't play around with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it ain't no joke
So when you come inside to fight tonight
Be ready for the ding-a-ling
And you can bring your glove if you want this love
So step inside the ring
I got left jabs and right jabs
And I'ma hit you below the belt
I talked to the surgeon general
He said ding-a-ling was good for your health, uhh
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
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4.Strip Club Luv
Lyricist：Vann Bryant, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald
Isley, Rudolph Isley, Chris Jasper, Nathaniel Orange
I was visiting Atlanta when I met this strip dancer
Now love was the question and shorty was the answer
She was dancing on the stage in her lingerie
And I think I heard teh DJ call her Sauncerea
Body route around the pole on her hands and her knees
18 half black and half Vietnamese
Looking like she taste better than Kola and milk
With the dirty red complexion skin smoother than silk
So young and so tender she made all me a stare
Getting paid to make love to a kick in the snap
As I sat up in the cut just for waiting my chance
To solicit Sauncerea for a private dance
Yo, I could still remember seeing days in the made
Wishing she would just hurry up and enter the stage
So this hundred I been saving for my P.I.P
I spent slowly and Sauncerea would dance for me
With a body flowing slow like a smooth poet
It tosses gave my mind like some cool more wet
And decided we together like the birds and the bees
A match made in heaven like some O's and D's
No I never met a girl so sexy and fine
She can take a man's money especially mine
And on top of all that plunk control his mind
With the way she made her dairyiare roll and grind
Plus I never thought I answer an executive club
See a sexy strip dancer and get expensive with love
'Cuz to love someone you don't know it really ain't smart
But in certain situations you just follow your heart
'Cuz in reality she's probably got a man of her own
But I could fantasize as long as I got to for a song
And 10 dollars is a small price to pay when you love
A sexy strip dancer that you met in a club
They turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
Mesmerized by your brothas when I enter the club
And though you strip for tips I place no one above
My sexy strip dancer doing strip club love
And no matter what they say I'm gonna love ya right
Even if the love only last one night
She's just the cream of the crop and I place no one above
My booty shaking beauty doing strip club love
Girl if your beauty was a dollar you'd be richer than trump
'Cuz you better than a super sport apologizing home
If I could choose between the chance to put the ring on your
hand
Or a platinum presidential with baguette's in the band
Ain't no choice I'd rather have you than the finest of jewels
For you I travel over heart throws minus the shoes
Rules there ain't none 'cuz I'm caught in the mix
Like a heroine junky shaking needing a fix
And every time I see you dance I get lace in my veins
An all type of loss again erasing my brain
'Cuz my heart says love but my mind say lust
And it's hard to decider what emotions to trust
'Cuz if I trust an inner man then it may just work
But theres a 50-50 chance I could end up hurt
And I could trust in my flesh but if I move to fast
My first time could end up being my last
So I ask what kind of playa like myself fill your head with a
word
Or tell you anything that you ain't possibly heard
When I'm already knowing each and every night
You hear game from the guys and girls are light
It's just a thought but maybe all my wish would thought she be
bitch
'Cuz a girl like yourself is probably already hitched
It happen but you just dancing trying to get you a lick
Or maybe you in love with the attention you get
Either way Sauncerea the choice is yours to make
And everything your momma gave you girl is yours to shake
And you can shake it till you break it or the cows come home
Or till all these other niggas here cash is gone
And when we finally get the chance to speak as a pair
And the beeper number is all you can spell that's cool
'Cuz I'ma beep you like a pimp then sit by the phone
Waiting for the chance to make ya all my own
They turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
Mesmerized by your brothas when I enter the club
And though you strip for tips I place no one above
My sexy strip dancer doing strip club love
And no matter what they say I'm gonna love ya right
Even if the love only last one night
'Cuz you the cream of the crop and I place no one above
My booty shaking beauty doing strip club love
They turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
Mesmerized by your brothas when I enter the club
And though you strip for tips I place no one above
My sexy strip dancer doing strip club love
And no matter what they say I'm gonna love ya right
Even if the love only last one night
'Cuz you the cream of the crop and I place no one above
My booty shaking beauty doing strip club love
They turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
Mesmerized by your brothas when I
5.Land 69
Lyricist：Albert V Bryant
Let me clear my throat
True, gotta send shouts out to my boys
95 South, â~cause them boys is
Alright, alright, alright
Now all the girls that's comin' to the sixty-nine party
Y'all get ready for some of that foreplay
â~Cause if you go, come inside
You gots to be on the real
â~Cause
Ready or not
Here we come
And from this point on
Don't talk, just listen
And Mr. Lemonhead
Give me a funky bass drop
Sit back and relax and relieve your mind
And get ready for the trip to Land sixty-nine
Where the girls are fine and full of fun
And they outnumber guys like ten to one
We got trains, planes, and other thangs
Like Dom Perignon and chicken wangs
And a motel you can lodge at
And plenty clothes for the big money boys to flodge at
Yeah, it's the place to be
Guys gotta pay but girls get in free
So come on and have a ball
Bring a comb, a toothbrush and extra draws
And I hate for you to miss it all
So you better move, swift, shoot the gif and get your tickets
y'all
So tune your radio in
â~Cause the sixty-nine tickets go to caller number ten
6.Puddin Tame
Lyricist：Johnny Mc Gowan, Nathaniel Orange
Hey girlfriend, what's yo name？ I've been watchin' you all night
long
And the way you move that Puddin Tame has really turned me on
So get on the dance floor, and work it one mo' gen
Push swang that Puddin Tame until the party end
I like when you grab dem hips, and move it down real slow
Round and round with that grindin' motion, down to the floor
I know the panties you wearin' helpin' that thang look fine
It's got to be dem G-string 'cause I ain't seen no panty line
For those of y'all who don't know, just what that Puddin Tame
mean
It's that monkey, that kitty cat, that jumpin' jellybean, baby
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, ask me again, I'll tell you the same
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, still the same, ain't nothin' changed
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, ask me again, I'll tell you the same
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, still the same, ain't nothin' changed
Some like it in a bowl, some like it on a stick
Some like they Puddin nice and thin, but then some like it thick
No matter how you like it, I love my Puddin Tame
And if you ask me just one mo' gen, I'm still gon' say the same,
uh
Yo, c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon, jump, just gimme that thang
Some say it's greed, but I just need that good ol' Puddin Tame
Yo, and it ain't hard, and once you start, I won't let ya stop
I want your bowl o' Jello, baby, jus' gimme that Puddin-Pop
Now understand if you got a man then, yo, I don't need ya
But if you're alone and got it goin' on, jus' let me freak ya
Now it's about time, I'm down with 6-9, and ain't no shame in my
game
Up and down, round and round, even doo-doo brown
So jus' gimme that Puddin Tame, uh
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, ask me again, I'll tell you the same
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, still the same, ain't nothin' changed
Baby, don't get me wrong, you shakin' dat booty to death
And when I saw that Puddin Tame, I just couldn't help myself
The way you move that Puddin Tame got things all in my head
It's 69, not TLC, and I Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg
There's somethin' 'bout that Puddin there, that's different from
the others
That one there looks just like, it should be on an album cover
And I don't discriminate, naw, I'm not that type of fella
As long as the Puddin's sweet, I like it chocolate or vanilla
For those of y'all who don't know, just what that Puddin Tame
mean
It's that monkey, baby, that kitty cat, that jumpin' jellybean
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, ask me again, I'll tell you the same
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, still the same, ain't nothin' changed
Some like it in a bowl, some like it on a stick
Some like they Puddin nice and thin, but then some like it thick
No matter how you like it, I love my Puddin Tame
And if you ask me just one mo' gen, I'm still gon' say the same,
uh
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, ask me again, I'll tell you the same
(What's your thing？)
Puddin Tame, still the same, ain't nothin' changed
7.Da Train
Lyricist：Johnny Mc Gowan, Nathaniel Orange
We call it the train
Ooh, here come that train
Engine, engine 69, headed down the party line
And if that train go off the track
Then you know that party sho' nuff bite
So don't miss that train, baby
So don't miss that train
69 doin' it one mo' time
So come on, ride that thang, baby
All aboard, all ya ladies, just work it on down
Get ya pass for the party train that's on the way to your town
And don't be shame-faced, baby 'cause it ain't no thang
I won't tell if you won't tell that you done rode the train
So don't try to act like you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's plenty of guys so you can bring some friends to help you
out
And it's a real long line, uh, so I hope you can hang
And if you come it's gon' be fun, yo, so don't miss that train
(I think I can)
I know you can
(I think I can)
Girl, I'm sure you can
(I think I can)
Matter fact, I know you can
It's a round-trip ticket
To Ding-a-Ling Land
Engine engine 69, headed down the party line
And if that train go off the track
Then you know that party sho' nuff bite
So don't miss that train, baby
So don't miss that train
Like I said, pimpin' ain't dead
Come on, ride that thang, baby
(Ooh, here come that train)
You betta not miss it, baby
(Ooh, here come that train)
Betta get yo' ticket, baby
(Ooh, here come that train)
And don't be actin' ashamed
(Ooh, here come that train)
Here come dat party train
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Hey, don't miss that train
It's 69, it's party time, and oh yeah, we got them chicken wings
We got that Parignon too and much hors d'ourves
And long spicy sausages, so ladies, come get served
So get to the party, baby, uh 'cause this gon' be hype
Get your bags, that gin 'n' juice and wait by the railroad track
So ladies, bring your friends, and please make sure they're fine
And hurry up, 'cause I'd hate to see you miss Engine 69, uh
(I think I can)
I know you can
(I think I can)
Girl, I'm sure you can
(I think I can)
Matter fact, I know you can
It's a round-trip ticket
To Ding-a-Ling Land
Engine engine 69, headed down the party line
And if that train go off the track,
Then you know that party sho' nuff bite
So don't miss that train, baby
So don't miss that train
Like I said, the party ain't dead
Come on and ride that thang, baby
(Ooh, here come that train)
You betta not miss it, baby
(Ooh, here come that train)
Betta get yo' ticket, baby
(Ooh, here come that train)
And don't be actin' ashamed
(Ooh, here come that train)
Here come dat party train
Hey now, lil' roadie, uh, all the way to the end
Get on the train and shake that thang, 69 comin' one mo' gen
Put on some boots, some skin-tight Dukes
Uh, and get wild and loose
If ain't no room in your freight compartment
There's room in my caboose
So just be ready to go, baby, when we come to your town
I wanna put this choo-choo in yo' poo-poo, and work it on down
'Cause it's much faster than greyhound
And a whole lot cheaper than a plane
So get on the tracks, put a hump n' ya back, uhh
And get on this soul train
So don't miss that train, baby
Don't miss that train
Like I said, pimpin' ain't dead
These girls aren't even scared to give head
So don't miss that train, baby
Don't miss that train
Like I said, pimpin' ain't dead
These girls aren't even scared to give head
Don't miss that train
Don't miss that weenie train
(Hey, true dat, true dat)
Don't miss that train
Don't miss that weenie train
(We servin' gravy train)
Don't miss that train
Don't miss that weenie train
(All aboard the weenie train)
Don't miss that train
Don't miss that weenie train
(And don't be actin' ashamed)
Ooh, here come that train
(Ooh, here come that train)
You betta not miss it, baby
(Ooh, here come that train)
Betta get yo' ticket, baby
(Ooh, here come that train)
And don't be actin' ashamed
(Ooh, here come that train)
Here come dat party train
I think I can
8.Tootsee Roll
Lyricist：Albert Bryant
The butterfly？ Uh, uh, that's old
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
Yeah, 199Quad
69 Boyz backed up by the Quad City DJ's
One time
Cotton candy, sweetie, go
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the front, to the front
To the back, to the back
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the front, to the front
To the back, to the back
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
Cotton candy, sweetie, go
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
I don't know what you've been told
It ain't the butterfly, it's the Tootsee Roll
A brand new dance, so, grab a partner and get on the dance flo'
And work them hips a lil' bit then do that dip a lil' bit
Oh yeah, you got it, now whip, baby, no buts about it
And you over there, with the long hair keep rollin' that
derriere
'Cause it ain't hard, just a brand new dance for the 199Quad
69 in the place to be, hey yo, 'Ski, what we came to see？
Cotton candy, sweetie, go
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the front, to the front
To the back, to the back
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the front, to the front
To the back, to the back
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the front, to the front
To the back, to the back
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Cotton candy, sweetie, go
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
I don't know what you've been told
It ain't the butterfly, it's the Tootsee Roll
A brand new dance so, grab a partner and get on the dance flo'
69 in the place to be, hey yo, 'Ski, what we came to see？
The butterfly？ Uh, uh, that's old
The butterfly？ Uh, uh, that's old
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
Tootsee Roll, Tootsee Roll
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the front, to the front
To the back, to the back
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
Slide, slide
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the front, to the front
To the back, to the back
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Just roll, just roll, just roll, just roll
Just roll, just roll, just roll, just roll
Just roll, just roll, just roll, just roll
Just roll, just roll, just roll, just roll
9.Hennessy
Lyricist：Johnny Mc Gowan, Nathaniel Orange
Hello？
Yo, may I speak to Curtis？
Curtis？ Yeah, this me
Yo, what up, fool
Yo, we goin' to get some Hennessy
Man, you want some？
Hennessy？ Yeah, I like Hennessy
Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it？
Naw, here it go
Nah, man
Here it go
Yeah, this is Booty Man in the house
Right, tell you a lil' sumn'
Hennessy, Hennessy
Hennessy, Hennessy
(Here it go)
Hennessy
Lord, I wanna get messed up
With E and J inside my cup
Although I am black and proud
The cognac has got me actin' ignorant
Brothers just have to keep messin' up
Why do they gotta get pissy drunk？
For some strange reason it had to be
I had to drink that Hennessy, now
Take me to another bar, take me to a APC
So, I can get a 2-liter Coke and 1／5 of Hennessy
Take me to another bar, drop me off to the APC
So, I can get a 2-liter Coke and 1／5 of Hennessy
The Rotweiller？ He went to Max Liquors
Lemonhead？ He went to the Edgewood Lounge, Rico？
He went to get some beer and cashews, some beer and cashews
Help me, wont you help me？
Would you help me find my way home？
My momma ain't home
Heh, heh, heh, heh, you like it？ Hello？
If you'd like to make
He musta hung up
A call, please hang up and try again
10.Tootsie Roll
Lyricist：Albert Bryant
The butterfly, ooh, that's old
Let me see that tootsee roll
Yeah, 1994 69 Boyz backed up by Quad City D.J.
One time cotton candy sweet to go, let me see that tootsie roll
Yeah, tootsie roll
Let me see that tootsie roll
Get up and roll just make that tootsie ooh
Cotton candy, sweet and low, let me see that tootsie roll
Come on, tootsie roll, just make that tootsie roll
Here we go, tootsie roll, just make that tootsie roll
Yeah, tootsie roll
Let me see that tootsie roll
Get up and roll just make that tootsie roll
To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right
To the front, to the front, to the back, to the back
Now slide, slide, baby, slide, just slide, baby, slide
Just slide, baby, slide, come on, come on
To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right
To the front, to the front, to the back, to the back
Now dip, baby, dip, come on, let's dip, baby, dip, baby
Dip, baby, just dip, baby, dip, baby, dip
Just dip, cotton candy sweet and low
Let me see that tootsie roll
I don't know what you've been told
It ain't the butterfly it's the tootsie roll
A brand new dance so, grab a partner get on the dance floor
And work them hips a little bit and do that dip a little bit
Oh yeah, you got it, no if's, and's,no buts about it
And you over there with the long hair
Keep workin' that derriere 'cause it ain't hard
Just a brand new dance for the 1991
69 is the place to be, a yo Skee, what we came to see
Cotton candy, sweet and low, let me see your tootsie roll
Here we go, come on, tootsie roll, come on, tootsie roll
Let me see your tootsie roll
Come on, tootsie roll, just dip that tootsie roll and tootsie
roll
Here we go tootsie roll
Just I feel a whoop comin' up, a whoop comin' up
I just feel a whoop comin' up, a whoop comin' up
Whoop, come on, whoop, come on
Whoop, yeah come on come on and
Whoop, whoop, whoop, yeah, baby
Cotton candy, sweet and low
Let me see that tootsie roll
Come on tootsie roll, just make that tootsie roll
Yeah, tootsie roll, gotta go make your tootsie roll
Here we go tootsie roll, just make that tootsie roll
I want to see your tootsie roll, just make them tootsie roll
To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right
To the front, to the front, to the back, to the back
Now slide, slide, slide, slide
Now slide, slide, slide, slide
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Come on whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Come on whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Cotton candy, sweet and low
Let me see that tootsie roll
I don't know what you've been told
It ain't the butterfly it's the tootsie roll
A brand new dance, so
Grab a partner get on the dance floor
69 is the place to be, a yo Skee, what we came to see
Come on, flow, oh, oh, let's go, let me see that tootsie roll
Here we go, come on, tootsie roll, come on, tootsie roll
Let me see your tootsie roll
Come on, tootsie roll, just dip that tootsie roll and tootsie
roll
Here we go tootsie roll, just tootsie roll
To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right
To the front, to the front, to the back, to the back
Now slide, slide, slide, slide
Now slide, slide, slide, slide, come on come on
To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right
To the front, to the front, to the back, to the back
Now dip, baby, dip, come on, let's dip, baby, dip
Dip, baby, dip, just dip, baby, dip, baby, dip, just dip
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
I feel a whoop comin' on, a whoop comin' on
Oh, here we go
Now whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Come on, let's whoop, whoop
Oh baby, baby, just roll, just roll, just roll
11.Wasn't Me
Lyricist：Bean Karlos, Bryant Albert V
Fuck all ya'll
Dis shit ain't goin' nowhere nohow 'cuz I'm takin' this shit
Everywhere in every way
But when the cops be comin', I be yellin' it wasn't me
But when the cops be comin', I be yellin' it wasn't me
When ya'll see me comin' holla at ya boy wit sum joy in your
eyes
But please keep it simple 'cuz I ain't no toy
I got a gurl but when she find out
I been fingerin' you and doin' sum of you on the side
But when mah gurl be comin', I be yellin' it wasn't me
But when mah gurl be comin', I be yellin' it wasn't me
12.Caller #10
Lyricist：Johnny Mc Gowan, Nathaniel Orange
'Hey, hey, hey, this is D.D. Deda
Hello your caller ten'
'I won, I won, I won'
'Y'all shut the hell up'
'Hey, what's your name？'
'Tajuana from Brentwood, what I won？'
'Well, you just won that sixty-nine splat pack'
'For real？'
'Oh yeah, this includes first class round trip train fare
And two tickets to Ding-A-Ling Land'
'For real？'
'Where they have all kind of rides and fun, fun, fun
Such as the Totem Pole, the Back-Breaker
And the Long Stroker Roller Coaster'
'Hey'
'And guess what？'
'What？'
'They got three dollars off coupons
At Thicken Wangs, Chicken Wangs and Thangs
Thang it ain't, mayn'
'Them thangs sho' be good'
'You and your guests will be staying at the Peek-A-Boo Motel
On the corner of 69th and West Ding-A-Long Boulevard
So, baby, don't miss that train'
'What the hell？ Hey, wrinkle it, baby'
13.Ease On Down Da Road
Lyricist：Albert Bryant
Hey, yo Van, let them ho's know
It's hard for the kid to get hooked, I want the skins
And then I want the ends out your pocketbook
And I ain't with ya on the stick-around
I got a woman this is just somethin' for the kick-around
And I ain't ever been a lover
But more like a one-night, one-nut brother
Yeah, I'm known to bust a load
Throw the rubber away and get to easin' down the road
The only reason I'm in it is for the flow
And to run your credit cards to the limit
'Cause if I'm giving up the weenie
Then I think I deserve to sit inside you felini
And I prefer your man not know that I'm pimpin'
Ya down and spendin' homeboy's flow
So just keep it on th DL
So no one will know, so no one can go tell
You keep giving up the honey-dip 'cause you
You won't get piped if you ain't right on the money tip
It's three things I get here, I get the money
Get the honey then get out like last year
14.Get Together
Lyricist：Albert Bryant
Yo Vernon, yo nigga, get the phone
Hello？
(Hey baby, what you doin'？)
Playin' tether ball
And eatin' cream out the middle of some Oreos
I meant to call you back last night
But I was watchin' a video of an Evander Holyfield fight
Next time you see your friend Michelle
Tell her if she ain't fake, one of my boys wanna yell
Anyway, that's enough of that
When we gon' hook up, so I can pack the kitty-cat？
Oh, now you wanna play the switcheroo？
Well, call me back when you gon' let me hit the coochy-coo
Just because I play the Babyface
Don't mean that I'm a punk that won't hang up in a lady's face
Oh, I thought you might change your mind
'Cause a fella like myself, I must admit, is hard to find
You coulda stuck with your ex-man
Just to chit-chat and talk about wedding plans
'Cause I ain't gonna talk respectfully
I talk reality and how we can fulfill your needs sexually
The kinda stuff that'll make you wonder
And callin' me is cheaper than a 976 number
And I ain't tryin' to run game
I belong to you so I ain't tryin' to prove a damn thing
So we can do whatever but now, all I
Wanna know is when is we gon' get together
I hope that we can get together soon
I hope that we can get together soon
I hope that we can get together soon
In my room, yeah, drinkin' a bottle of brew
So when you gonna let me get ya hot？
We'll get some wine, food and a room at the Mariott
What？ Fillet mignon and Parignon？
Well, I was thinkin' more Dom and lime potato chips and
Baby, I ain't bein' cheap but if we gon' be workin' out
We don't need to have too much to eat
I'm sure you need some work on your thighs
And for sure my third leg could use a little exercise
Hold on a second, hon
Man, can't you see I'm on the phone
Runnin' game, tryin' to get me some？
What？ If you're gonna get perverty
Then make sure you bring back
A freaky-deaky friend for me
I'm back, baby, sorry 'bout that thing
But my boys let me know I was next on the cellular game
But anyway, onto bigger things and better things
Like kitty-cat and ding-a-ling
I really hope you're hearing me and at the same time
I hope you ain't gettin' the wrong idea of me
I'd love to take you to a picture show
But it's cheaper to stay home and watch it all on HBO
'Cause if we home and we take it
We'll get the hot buttered corn and watch the movie naked
So baby, let's go to my room
And I hope we can get together real soon
I hope that we can get together soon
I hope that we can get together soon
I hope that we can get together soon
In my room, yeah, drinkin' a bottle of brew
I hope that we can get together soon
I hope that we can get together soon
I hope that we can get together soon
In my room, yeah, drinkin' a bottle of brew
I hope that we can get together soon
I hope that we can get together soon
I hope that we can get together soon
In my room, yeah, drinkin' a bottle of brew
...
15.Survival Of Da Fittest
Lyricist：Johnny Mc Gowan, Nathaniel Orange
17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on
Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on
And if I don't, I'll be a failure
And I'll tell ya, I ain't with that, so forget that
I get the 9 from the pawn shop layaway
Keep it in my pack and the jack men'll stay away
Fellas gettin' jealous, hate to see a nigga rise up
They tryin' to size up, but punk nigga, wise up
I pack my 9, yeah, I'm fine, and I chill with it
Shoot 'em in a minute and just deal with it
'Cause where I'm from, you gotta buck niggas
If you never want to be an out of luck nigga
I only did what I had to do
Now they're callin' me the King of the Avenue
Uhh, I'm shootin' my 9 when I bail
'Cause I'd rather go to hell than jail
'Cause it's survival of the fittest
Yo, it was rough from the start, son
And I knew I'd be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten
Feelin' on the teachers and givin' 'em looks
And steady takin' all the other kids' coloring books
My momma used to try to make me study my work
But I was busy chasin' girls, gettin' under they skirts
And though she raised me the best she could
Them whippin's ain't done me no good
And sure, I could play ball like the rest of the guys
But yo, I always had this fear of gettin' paralyzed
And sellin' drugs at the time was the easy way
The easy work, easy women plus the easy pay
It had me feelin' like I would do whatever it takes
To have a car and a woman in a couple of states
'Cause I'm a professional, and you couldn't knock it
Because I had to keep some money in my pocket
It's survival of the fittest
When I was comin' up and runnin' up
The hoochies in my hood never took time, so I took mine
And I thought it would change, and when I got older
They just got colder, and gave me the cold shoulder
But now them hoes wanna skeeze me
Just because they see my face on TV, uhh
Them hoes be buggin'; they come a-dime-a-dozen
I'm even doin' it with my own cousin
I got hoes 'cause I'm so rich, nigga
Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga
They only speak 'cause a brother done peeped strong
I muss my hair like Fred and get the hell on
I gots no love for them hoes, and if I did it'd be a drama
'Cause, trick, I only love my momma
And never have I sold a yard
But I'd do it if times got hard
'Cause it's survival of the fittest
Comin' up daily, gettin' richer than rich
And all the fellas in the hood just itchin' to snitch
But I got my stuff runnin' so tight and legit
That the fans can't even make a spirit to stick
So yo, they can go and find another dealer to fade
I got a business in my name, and my taxes is paid
They only mad 'cause they bussin' they chops
To say that I'm a millionaire because I'm cuttin' them rocks
They can't fuck with that, and even when they think they can
I got a set-up so they only get the metal man
I can't see bein' a letter to them
And locked up just because I'm doin' better than them
I tried the right way, but they kept ignorin' me
Saw opportunity, and I went for it, G
It was smooth and the feds couldn't match me
But now that I'm legit, yo, I know they'll never catch me
It's survival of the fittest
Uhh, and ow that I'm straight with the law
I'm makin' more money than I ever saw
But still, my 9's what I'm alive by
I'm never slippin' to be a victim of a drive-by
But it's still kind of crazy
If I spend two seconds with a girl, she's claimin' she's havin'
a baby
And all my girlfriends are black, and they act rude
But if I dated another color, they'd get an attitude
And my moms, yo, bless her soul
Alive, and bustin' her ass before 25
Got a brother in a rage, uh, she ain't a minimum woman
So why the hell she makin' minimum wage？
I try to give her money, but she won't take it
She says she hates it, she doesn't like the way I make it
I thank the Lord I'm alive, all I have to do is survive
'Cause it's survival of the fittest
I know the feelin', I can keep my poise
I got beepers, and all types of digital toys
And I know they think that I am sellin' dope
And wanna keep me underneath the microscope
So they can try and take what's mine
But I'll burn it to shreds, before they get one dime
And to them, it's a hurtin' fact
Because it's all insured, so yo, I'm gonna get it right back
And yeah, they lookin' like dummies
They waste they time, plus they waste they taxpayers' money
So put away your house-raidin' tactics
Shotguns, ski-masks, and windbreaker jackets
'Cause ain't no doors gettin' kicked down
And if it is, then I suggest you skip town
Becuase my lawyer's so good, I hope you're packed up
In the morning, you'll be sleepin' in Alaska
It's survival of the fittest
16.I Need You '98
Lyricist：Bryant Albert V
When I met you two and a half years ago
You was down on your luck, while I was rollin' in doe
So you can say, I look at love as an investment
I got my half, but tell me where the rest went
I never cheated on you even though I coulda
And if you was anyone else I probably woulda
Never the less though you got the best of me
By loving the next man the way you used to love me
But I thank you for the good and the bad
I guess I had to pay for all my dirt in the past
I've been sad but you know I gotta be strong
Get my dick out the dirt and just move on
And now you call me, telling me, you need me
And that you realize, that you were being greedy
'Cuz more importantly money, fame or fashion
You traded true love for one night of passion, passion
I need you, you're what I want
I need you, you're what I want
I used sit at night and contemplate what went wrong
I reminisced of making love in the back of my Brohm
Gone from the moment I removed my shirt
Surround sound in my Chevy, bumpin' Gerald Levert
You just looked up and told me, take my time
No need to rush 'cuz you assured me the kitty was mine
Everything was fine, then one day you flipped
We wrote the whole script, packed your bags and dipped
You see the more it tried to keep it real, the more it was fake
And the more I tried to fix it girl the more it would break
I kept trying till there was nothing left to do
But let it go 'cuz there was nothing else to hold on to
But I'd really like to thank you for the rise and fall
'Cuz all and all I've had a ball
I guess its better to have loved than to have lost
Then to never had loved at all on the real
I need you, you're what I want
I need you, you're what I want
It's too late, why tell me now that you want to come home？
It's too late, why tell me now that you want to come home？
Now I would
17.Sticky
Lyricist：Bryant Albert V, Mc Gowan Johnny, Orange Nathaniel
Hey, yo check this out
I don't mean to sound like a fiend
But me and you make a better team
Than hot dogs and pork and beans
And I dig the way that you turn me on
Last night at the Radisson
All alone, me and you
Wildin' out and we comin' through
The way your kisses straddle me
With the moon light on your anatomy
Head full of weave with the candy curls
Smelling all good and the Tommy Girl
And I can't say what the fuck's out the south
Girl you 'bout the best around
Sugar spice, oh so nice
Better than a bowl of red beans and rice
Sweet tea and ice, wouldn't it be nice
If two nights we could unite
And go get a room down at the eight
And like at the one, twin at the fate
Girl, I wanna stomp and shake up the cat
And make the headboard go rat tat tat tat
All night long until you had enough
Of that good ol' sicky stuff
And girls they come in runnin' over again
With that S T I C K Y 24-7
Your sticky good, I can't lie
It taste just like a peach knee high
Backed by a bag of funjuns
And course it's going to smell like onions
But more so like pork and beans
Girl, I don't know what's come over me
But something strange is going on
'Cuz I want you more than Tony Braxton
Eww wee that's deep
I should hang up and give you a beep
So I can stop this babbling
And go to work on your abdomen
With a lil' bit flavor or a lil' of wine
Then I can turn into a porcupine
And stick you good like a staple pin
Drop a lil' bass up in your bed
Drink your body like lemonade
Tight a lick like a lick she really came
Bite your neck like Dracula
In the back seat of your Acura
'Cuz your sticky is the best it is
So when you check your messages
Pick up the phone and hit me
So you can get with me
The girls they comin' runnin' over again
Runnin' over again, runnin' over again
And the girls they comin' runnin' over again
With that S T I C K Y 24-7
That L.A. sticky silky
But they will never admit it
They try to act all Hollywood
But you can best to believe that they wit it
Y'all sticky come with an attitude
And don't appear to be nice
But if you take your time and break it down
Then their yours to like
Detroit sticky them girls
So fine, classy and tight
Your need must be done, hit it boy
With the marimont on the first night
Chi- town, shake it down with this Versache hottie
Atlanta sticky got looks, them Florida sticky got bodies
That Minnesota sticky, keep you all in the snow
And if you want some Oakland sticky then you besta have some
flow
That Texas sticky be right
That Bayou sticky is good
This sticky song is for all the girls
That's representing their hoods
And the girls they come in runnin' over again
With that S T I C K Y 24-7
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