Текст песни 69 Boyz - 10 Chicken Wangs And A Bottle Of Dom
69 Boyz - 10 Chicken Wangs And A Bottle Of Dom слова песни
Intro:
Itsty-Bitsy!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey a chicken head
Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly!
Verse 1:
One for the money, two for the show
Three I want a real big booty to go
Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks
And everybody down at the Motel Six
I had seven girls and they all was tough
Then I got one more, and now eight is enough
You know at nine we hit the club and we`ll have some fun
And get ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Now the weekend`s here, and it`s time to have fun
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
True, up in the club, got love, go ahead and show me
Holla at a dog baby, you know you know me
I know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room
I`m gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room
I got some tables to serve, uh
I got ears, you and your friends kick them turn nerds to the curve
And it ain`t no thang, yo
Cause these wangs the funk, I`m gettin drunk off the pain, so
Brothers stop sweatin
I know you want some, but none is what you`re gettin
So, stop standin on the wall, y`all
I got some greasy old fingers and a belly full of alcohol
But I`ma hit the floor and have fun
With ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Chorus:
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
It ain`t nothin but a party, let`s have some fun
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Come over to the table if you want some
Verse 2:
Give me some of them chicken wangs with celery sticks and dip
A glass of dom, and some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip, well
come on now
Give me some chicken wangs with celery sticks and dip
A glass of dom, with some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip,
well alright
My man was chillin with a girl he met last week
But let him dance in the corner, he damn near sleep, peep
Jay`s little hoe was from Texas
She was sweatin his gold, layin him back like he just got a Lexus
My boy, be in black spinnin ends
In the ends, in the corner with a set of fly ass twins
And me I`m sittin fat
Cause I`m the rottweiler and I`m lookin for a kitty cat
And some high heel pumps and a Doolian-Burke
Or a fly hairdoo and a teenie skirt
Fellas lookin angrily
But don`t get mad at me, cause I`m in V.I.P., uh
My boy, be on a cellular phone
Hey, yo, wait to hang up cause these wangs are almost gone
So, keep `em comin, keep `em comin hard
Them buffalo wangs and a bottle of dom
Chorus
Verse 3:
Sixty-nine chillin in the V.I.P., instead of eatin our wangs away
Watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys
sway
Sixty-nine chillin in the V.I.P., instead of eatin our wangs away
Watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys
sway
Check it out now