Digital Underground — Wheee

[Shock G] Ridin' in a drop top 'Vette doing ninety Front seat fresh ho, no five-oh, behind me I know where it's a fat house party, so yo bust the def left Rich baby's parents went away for the weekend Ooh, there's plenty of freaks left And there's gonna be freakin', the house party's peakin' So I'm sneakin' upstairs with a fresh stunt Grabbed the rump, pushed the stunt in the closet Sparked the blunt, humped the rump Puffed the blunt, bust a nut, aah, ooh wee [Money B] Boss says, it's cool to come to work when you can make it Halle Berry lyin' in your bed butt-stankin' naked The deck is on me, here's some more condoms I think I wanna gee She said, my friend, it makes me wanna sing me, me, me, me, me Boss says, it's cool to come to work when you can make it Halle Berry sittin', in your bed butt-stankin' naked You know what I'm saying, ay, I just gotta scream [Chorus] Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! [Money B] Ha ha ha, I chuckle to myself That's the way I feel, you wanna know the scoop? When you're getting up, you're on your way to school And then you find out, that it's a holiday Tank is on full, the sun is in the sky So you drop the top, it's time get out Kind of how it is when you kick eight bars And not rhyme once and still sound fly [Shock G] Wheee! Peekin' at the Smith girl, sneakin' out the back door Leapin' in the neighbor's pool naked Story uhm, ahh, err, I scream, I Join in skinny dip swimming Shakin' when the wind blows Swan dive, ha ha ha, errr, umm, ah, fuck it [Chorus] Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! [Clee] Whoopsy daisy, as she busts my eyes close Excuse the pitch if I slip and my rhyme's slow But I got a feelin' ho is appealin' I'm sittin' underground but my head is to the ceiling Ooh, I got a freak on the way She wants to come I'mma make her stay Wheee! 'Cause the girl love's to gee Especially when it comes to Clee And when I bust a nut I'll say, whee, hee hee hee [?] Um, yeah, Smooth's havin' fun 'cause he's got his flow on Call me a freak jack-in-the-box, yeah, I'll go on A tight skirt and a tail makin' crazy mail In living color, gumbo from my mother Roller coaster, toast, jam Martin Lawrence skins when I slam Spill a fat drink like a gobstopper When you see me in a club, you know I'll holla [Saafir] In comes three times when I nut Put my dick in her butt, walked on her cunt I sneeze, made her jump, let me tell it Put my finger in her ass, let her smell it Close the door, pretend I'm takin' a shit But I really got my toes pointed, hand on my dick I'm sick, I got the flu, but I'll still kiss you Till you smell like doodoo! My ass is soggy My drawers are wet, they're kinda foggy I can't see a thing, I feel like a big fat Bing! Bong! Ding! Dong! I got camel humps on my back I got bald head butt corduroy calluses all on my hand I smell like, uh, the Bee Gees band Damn, that shit was wack [Shock G] I'm snugglin' in the arms of a fresh stunt Bosoms in my grill, peepin' Benny Hill with a fat blunt John Madden Football, a fat hit off the beadie Doggystyle behind the bed and still can see the TV Silly cartoons is getting watched like Juju (Si, inspector) I think I see the blootch Boom, my mistake, it was 'de boom' Bust in on my man in the next room Wheee! Fuck you, Johnny The spoon-fed Apple Jacks in bed room Fresh freak with the ice cubes and a lot of headroom [unverified] A dope ho strip show with all the girls we know I won't kiss the feet if the girlie's got cheese toes Clee won't leave me alone, I'm five gees, gone Wheee! Clee