Текст песни Loon - Hey Woo
Loon - Hey Woo слова песни
(feat. Missy Elliott, P. Diddy)[Intro - Missy Elliott - talking]Oh (what you got player)Oh (ah, uh)Oh (ah, uh huh)Hey yo LoonYo, when these chicks see a nigga with some hot shitI`ma help yo ass out on what a bitch thinkwhen a nigga got some cheddarGirls be like (A LOON)!Take that, get money, cars, playerThat`s that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah)For her and some friendsYou need to be careful playboyYou fine as shit, but umThese chicks got game like Michael Jordon, okayPump the cheap talk, I`ma just let the beat knockWhat you got[Verse 1 - Loon]Yeah I see you girl, why you lookin at meAnd why your man in the club lookin trigger happyIt`s a shame you don`t hear me thoughAnd I`m far from a lame, I`ma gigoloI get paid just to spit the flowAnd I can`t even explain when I get at yoYou know how long I`ve been gettin dough?Used to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay)Yep that`s my forte, and chicks know Loon best at foreplayI get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo)Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all dayAnd my mind is right, if you ain`t about no money, better find a life, aight[Chorus - Missy Elliott - w/ ad libs](Hey Woo)Boy that`s what them hoes sayWhen they tell that money in your pocket, okay(Hey Woo)They be like (woo)Credit cards and calls they go (Hey Loon)(Woo)Baby that`s what them chicks sayWhen they see a superstar ridin in the fast lane(Woo)They be like (woo)Now who that there?([Female voice:] Oh girl, that`s Loon)[Verse 2 - Loon]Uh, check it out yo, check it out nowWhy`s you all on me, friends is all on mePissy drunks spillin alcohol on meTried to split but the chick keep callin meCause I be everything a baller bePlease believe me, my team is cheesyPlease be easy, me and Pee Wee easilyLike `em red bone, short and sleezyGet my second cup, start talkin greezyWe come consistent, young, relentlessNo resistance, girls run from distanceWhen we come through, pimp hard like MichiganAnd sip Dom, wrists armed, we glisteninThis chick on, this Dom, got Mrs. andThey silk on, that non new trenches andHigh heel stilettos, I feel so ghettoBut switch to soft, couldn`t get them off me[Chorus - w/ ad libs][Verse 3 - P. Diddy]Hey yo, can I get some of this playboyThey call me DiddyYo when I come in the club I go hardAll black shapar, girls all on me like German shaparLatest fashion from Hermain and tarWhen the hell you gon` learn I`ma star?P.D. back up for par Dolce jarGirls and Bob dog, what`s up with the barMidori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh)V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that`s right)Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendorGot some real shit for all y`all pretendersHarlem heartthrob that`s shock when it`s slenderFlow like August, with arms like DecemberTwelve years playboy got more to rememberBeen bounce back since that fall on a ninjaLadies wanna see me fall and just timberBad Boy go home, what y`all don`t remember[Chorus - w/ ad libs][Outro - Missy Elliott - talking]C`monOkay, you found me playerYou know where I`m comin from (Hey Woo)Haha, you got that paper nigga