Ooooh Yeah - Mystikal

Ooooh Yeah - Mystikal
Oooh ooh yeah ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that a**
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' a** that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a** that a**
Oh oh oh oh yeah oh oh oh oh yeah
Smokin and f**kin are some of my habits
The curly hair and good looks that come from my daddy
I shot a couple of kids out but didn't get married
But I love to do my thing for them keeping them happy
I do what it takes with the pen and the paper
Just to keep my black a** off of minimum wage
I went from stutter to shake it like a dog
I might not eat yo' p**sy but I'll bite you on your draws
It ain't my fought but go head though
I can't return the favor but go head hoe
I'm tapping them tonsils in the back of yo thoat
Slap it up wet it up then we can go to the show
Uh f**k it and suck it then leave it alone
You know dick ain't nothing but meat on a bone
You betta not let yo mama hear you sing that song
Beat it up sweat it up little daddy's gone gone
Oooh ooh yeah ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that a**
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' a** that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a** that a**
Oh oh oh oh yeah oh oh oh oh yeah
Well look at you you flirtin' with this pimpin' ain't yo'
I seen you pstin' winkin' at me when you grabbed yo' ankle
Ah she can't sang but g-strings hangs
And it don't take no Ricky Martin to know that she bang
Wobble that a** and show yo' tits
Fo' a b**ch to be that fine don't make no sense
Them ho's hatin' but she gettin' the money nothin'
Bouncin' off her booty but fifty's and hundred's
Ooh flip 'em the bird if you gettin yo' serv
And then hit this f**kin' dick and kick them ho's to the curb
Look at them hips look at them thighs
It could make a grown man temperature rise
She stoppin' traffic and she do it on purpose
Got niggas jumpin' out their car to see them bop in the circle
She makin' me hot I'm makin' you rich
Take this f**kin' money and back up on this
Oooh ooh yeah ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that a**
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' a** that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a** that a**
Oh oh oh oh yeah oh oh oh oh yeah
This for my b**ches in the backseat of them cars
Know how to ride a dick and pack the gards
After she had a daquiry that's when she called me
Talkin' hot comin' from the bachelorette party
But really what happened she probably won't tell me
Now she want her p**sy tapped hard knock out I'll help her
I'm supposed to be the broad ain't that some sh*t
So I went ahead and drove her off ain't that a b**ch
She shakin' 'er leg and makin' the bread
Ah she good with her mouth so ni**a look out
She servin' them heads you heard what I said
Around and 'round she knockin' 'em down
Wherever is crackin' then that's where she be
And guess what if that's what she like then that's alright with me
Because-a she bring it to me in the night and the day
She supposed to have a baby from me that's what they say
Oooh ooh yeah ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that a**
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' a** that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a** that a**
Oh oh oh oh yeah oh oh oh oh yeah
Oooh ooh yeah ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that a**
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' a** that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a**
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that a** that a**
Oh oh oh oh yeah oh oh oh oh yeah