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

[We call it the train!]
(Oooooooh, here come that train!)

Chorus:
Engine engine 69, headed down the party line
And if that train go off the track,
Then you know that party sho’ nuff bite
So don’t miss that train, baby!
So don’t miss that train!

69 doin’ it one mo’ time, so come on, ride that thang, baby!
Verse 1
THRILL DA PLAYA:
All aboard, all ya ladies, just work it on down
Get ya pass for the party train that’s on the way to your town
And don’t be shame-faced, baby, ’cause it ain’t no thang
I won’t tell if you won’t tell that you done rode the train
ROTTWEILER:
So don’t try to act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
It’s plenty of guys so you can bring some friends to help you out
And it’s a real LONG line, uh, so I hope you can hang
And if you come it’s gon’ be fun, yo, so don’t miss that tr-ain!

Bridge 1:
(I think I can) I know you can
(I think I can) Girl, I’m sure you can
(I think I can) Matter fact, I know you can
It’s a round-trip ticket to Ding-a-Ling Land!

Chorus

Like I said, pimpin’ ain’t dead, come on, ride that thang, baby!

Bridge 2:
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) You betta not miss it, baby!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) Betta get yo’ ticket, baby!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) And don’t be actin’ ashamed!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) Here come dat party train!

Verse 2
THRILL DA PLAYA:
Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey, don’t miss that train!
It’s 69, it’s party time, and oh yeah, we got them chicken wings!
We got that Parignon too, and much hors d’ourves
And long spicy sausages, so ladies, come get served!
ROTTWEILER:
So get to the party, baby, uh, ’cause this gon’ be hype
Get your bags, that gin n’ juice, and wait by the railroad track
So ladies, bring your friends, and please make sure they’re fine
And hurry up, ’cause I’d hate to see you miss Engine 69, uh!

Bridge 1

Chorus

Like I said, the party ain’t dead, come on and ride that thang, baby!
Bridge 2

Verse 3
THRILL DA PLAYA:
Hey now, lil’ roadie, uh, all the way to the end
Get on the train and shake that thang, 69 comin’ one mo’ gen
Put on some boots, some skin-tight Dukes, uh, and get wild and loose
If ain’t no room in your freight compartment,
There’s room in my caboose!
ROTTWEILER:
So just be ready to go, ba-by, when we come to your town
I wanna put this choo-choo in yo’ poo-poo, and work it on down
‘Cause it’s much faster than Greyhound,
And a whole lot cheaper than a plane
So get on the tracks, put a Hump N’ Ya Back, uhh,
And get on this SOULLLLLLLLL TRAIN!

[2x]
So don’t miss that train, baby! Don’t miss that train!
Like I said, pimpin’ ain’t dead,
these girls aren’t even scared to give head!

[Sung]
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{Hey, true dat, true dat!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{We servin’ gravy train!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{All aboard the weenie train!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{And don’t be actin’ ashamed!}

(Oooooooh, here come that train!)

Bridge 2

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Intro:
[Outside a dance club. The “Tootsee Roll” beat is boomin’ inside.]
MAN: What’s up, baby? They done had that last call for alcohol and
everything, what’s up, you gon’ come back to the ‘mote with me or what?
WOMAN: But what about yo’ girlfriend? She s’posed to be my friend.
MAN: Come on, come on, baby, don’t worry ’bout her, I mean we can leave
here, go get something to eat. You hungry?
WOMAN: Mmm … yeah … I’m hungry a lil’ bit. I just …
MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at
the hotel … so what you gon’ do?
WOMAN: (sigh) You really gon’ pay my phone bill?
– – – – – – –
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!}
Uh! Uh! Ahh baby, here we go now!

Verse 1: Thrill Pa Dlaya
Hey baby doll, what’s up? ‘Scuse the mood, I’m a lil’ bit bored
And normally, I don’t try to take girls home after the club
But you got that flavor ride, and I’m kinda hungry
Not only that, strictly by myself, sometimes I tend to get lonely
So let’s find this camp, and get a lil’ something to eat
Get back to the ‘mote and kick off them shoes so I can rub them feet
And we both dogs, baby, so we ain’t got to joke
If you’re down, I’ll get to the car and we can head to the ‘mote!

Chorus (2x):
{Let’s go to the motel, let’s go to the ‘mote
I won’t tell if you don’t tell!}
Jay-Ski:
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, don’t have no shame!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} How you’ll be gettin’ that pocket
change!
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, you know the deal!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} How you’ll be payin’ that phone bill!
Verse 2: The Rottweiler
It’s the last call for alcohol, baby, so let’s leave the club
I wanna get in the tub and rub-a-dub, ’cause I’m in the mood for lo-ove …
You wanted barbecue or mildew, girl, so what you wanna do?
We can go to the Hilton, Motel 6 or get a room at the Peek-A-Boo, uh
So eat your Wheaties, sweetie, and yo, you can best believe
Bring your toothbrush, a fresh pair of panties, yo, and that’s all you need
So let’s keep it a G thang, (?), uhh, and please don’t go tell
That you’re makin’ noise with the 69 Boyz, so let’s go to the motel, uhh!

Chorus

Jay-Ski:
{Let’s go to the motel!} And we can have some fun!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} How you’ll be gettin’ them braids done!
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, don’t try to shine!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} Where you workin’ part time!

{Ho-tel, mo-tel, I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} (4x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)

Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Don’t holler ’bout, I don’t know ya, and you don’t know me
‘Cause if your booty big, then I’ma learn to dig your personality
I’m real, though; I ain’t fake, heyyy, I want them skins
And you can bring your big booty buddies too;
I got a motel full of friends:
Danny, Tony T, Lemonhead, A.B., Daddy Black and Jay
You got three more friends?
Well, I do too: the Rottweiler, Rico and DJ M.A.!
We got rooms at the 6, so let’s handle our business
Find this camp and go to the ‘mote so I can rub-a-dub that Guinness!

{I got a trick! A treat!} (8x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)

Chorus

Jay-Ski:
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, you know the time!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} It’s better than waitin’ in that welfare
line!
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, it ain’t gon’ hurt!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} How you got that dual invert!
Yeah baby! Here we go, come on, come on, here we go, baby!
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For all the fellas on the set who claim they have that funk in they trunk,
put this in your deck and see if you can make them speakers (humm …)

Chorus: Thrill Da Playa
So let’s head down the avenue,
And before you leave drop the top [A-come on!]
Jay got the ride with the bowling-ball bang,
2500 dollars a rock! [Aw, lookin’ good now!]
On the set it be Benz’s, Beamers,
A whole lotta guys with loot [Check-check-check-check it out!]
‘Cause nothin’ better than spendin’ cash
And catchin’ girls in them dukes [True dat, true dat, true dat!]
But one thing about the set, baby,
You know it’s gon’ be hype [Uh! Uh!]
It be plenty of food and plenty of fun
>From afternoon till late at night! Uhh!

Verse 1
Jumped in my ride, headed for the set
You know the ‘ave, where all the girls sweat
Hit the switch, turn my CD on
Toni Braxton; another sad love song
Right out my garage,
With my Rolex chain on, ’cause yo, it’s time to flauge
But before I hit the scene,
I go to Johnny for shinin’ so I can get my car cleaned
And got a wash with the hurry-up
Paid the man, and put a lil’ somethin’ in the tip-cup
Then off goes my pager –
It’s one of my boys! Oh yeah, what a life-saver!
But then it started goin’ off again
I hope it’s my boy, but nope, it’s my girlfirend
But I ain’t gon’ call her back
‘Cause she’ll start to trip when I tell her where I’m headed at
And I came faster than a whirl
A whole strip of cars and fly big-booty girls
Oh yeah, you can bet,
That ya’ boy ain’t gon’ miss the set!

Chorus

Verse 2
Nightfall begin to slumber
Saw this real fly girl, so I gave the nymp’ my beeper number
And the ol’ girl was talkin’ right
So I hooked up somethin’ for a lil’ later on tonight
Then a Bronco rolled by
And then, everybody on the set – {DO THE BUTTERFLY!!!}
And (??) for a minute
It was the place to be, and you can best believe I was in it
But it was time to hit the freeway
Called up B, and Daddy Black on the 3-way
To find out where the haps at
They said at the old club where we used to play craps at
True, that’s how the day went
A whole lot of fun, and not one life spent
Just chillin’ with the crew,
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