69 Boyz Lyrics
69 Boyz Lyrics
"Ding Dong Song Lyrics"
Lay Down Your Weary Tune Again Lyrics
capo on 3rd fret... intro: [F] walk down to [Dm] [G] [C] walk down to [Am] [Dm] [G] [C] [C]In spite of you, you [F]like yourself An' [G]that's alright with [C]me, [C]It gets so lonesome [F]fillin' space An' [G]someone must [C]believe. [C]Erase them golden [F]memories An' [G]blow the candle [C]out, [C]Let's get on off [F]away somewhere An' [G]see what we're [C]about. chorus: (play intro) Lay down your [F] weary [A m
capo on 3rd fret... intro: [F] walk down to [Dm] [G] [C] walk down to [Am] [Dm] [G] [C] [C]In spite of you, you [F]like yourself An' [G]that's alright with [C]me, [C]It gets so lonesome [F]fillin' space An' [G]someone must [C]believe. [C]Erase them golden [F]memories An' [G]blow the candle [C]out, [C]Let's get on off [F]away somewhere An' [G]see what we're [C]about. chorus: (play intro) Lay down your [F] weary [A m
Intro: Jay-Ski and A.B.
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]
Jay-Ski:
Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, b'lieve dat!
Backed up by the 95 South, and it goes like this, c'mon!
Chorus(4x):
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong, huh, true dat! True dat! True
dat!
Verse 1: The Rotweiller and Thrill Da Playa
[RW] 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 cli
One Man's Meat Lyrics
Cold beer and a strange cigarette Getting you high getting you wet Falling in love falling out of debt Straight gay black or white Strutting in the dark hiding in the light Doing it wrong doing it right just doing it You got your life on the one hand Mine in the other I got the right we all got the right One man's meat is the other man's lousy luck One man's meat is someone's empty well One man's meat is some guy's aching butt One
ck your jawCold beer and a strange cigarette Getting you high getting you wet Falling in love falling out of debt Straight gay black or white Strutting in the dark hiding in the light Doing it wrong doing it right just doing it You got your life on the one hand Mine in the other I got the right we all got the right One man's meat is the other man's lousy luck One man's meat is someone's empty well One man's meat is some guy's aching butt One
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
In y' caddy, or bikini,
So get ready, for the (?)
And you know the words, so sing along
And prepare for the ding-ding-ding-along
[Th] 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!
Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date But a year to make love she wanted you to wait Let me tell ya a story of my situation I was talkin' to this girl from the U.S. nation The way that I met her was on tour at a concert She had long hair and a short miniskirt I just got onstage drippin', pourin' with sweat I was walkin' through the crowd and gues who I met I whispered in her ear, "Come to the picture booth So I can ask you some questions
Chorus
Jay-Ski: 95 South, get on the mic now!!
Verse 2: A.B. and Daddy Black
[AB] 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
[DB] 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!
Chorus
Jay-Ski: It's the Booty Man!!
Verse 3: Booty Man and The Rotweiler
[BM] C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time
95 Sout
Divide Lyrics
Divide is so wide I've got a ........................ inside The deeper we hide The more we lose control of our life One ........ for you Nineteen for me You know it's not right The wall between us And the system never be over Chorus: Divide is so wide (x3) The longer we stand The longer we all stand alone The higher we climb The more we all deny Do you believe in what you see We know it's not right The welfare
h down with 69Divide is so wide I've got a ........................ inside The deeper we hide The more we lose control of our life One ........ for you Nineteen for me You know it's not right The wall between us And the system never be over Chorus: Divide is so wide (x3) The longer we stand The longer we all stand alone The higher we climb The more we all deny Do you believe in what you see We know it's not right The welfare
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!
[RW] 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!
Chorus till fade