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Intro: Jay-Ski and A.B.
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95 South and them Boyz 69,
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Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's Ding-a-Ling time!
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It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the phone
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And get ready for the stabbin' from the Ding-a-Ling Song!
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[Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong, hooh, da-dat, da-dat, da-dat]
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Jay-Ski:
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Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, b'lieve dat!
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Backed up by the 95 South, and it goes like this, c'mon!
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Chorus(4x):
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Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong, huh, true dat! True dat! True
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dat!
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Verse 1: The Rotweiller and Thrill Da Playa
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[RW] Yo, don't try to fake the funk on
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Go on, give you ya milk-bone; the ding-dong
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So mangy kitty-cat, get back, get back, get back, get back, uhh
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'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground beef
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Backed up by a glass of Sweet T
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And you know my theme song, uhh, that ding-a-long
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So just call me "ball park" 'cause I pump when you click your jaw
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And girl, I'm surprised you took it all
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'Cause I run you like a track meet
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I can't wait, so jump in the back seat
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In y' caddy, or bikini,
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So get ready, for the (?)
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And you know the words, so sing along
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And prepare for the ding-ding-ding-along
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[Th] Girl, you know you's a winner!
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Tell me what you want for dinner!
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How 'bout a six-pack of that
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Ding-ding-dong, da-dat, da-dat
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Help us, help us, 68!
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Who do you appreciate?
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The one that's singin' you a sweet song,
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Or the one that's feedin' you ding-dong?
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'Cause I can't sing too well,
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But I can make that kitty-cat swell
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So before I push up,
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Hold your breath and wish yourself good luck!
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This ain't "I Dream of Jeannie"
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And I ain't got no teeny weenie
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Just call me King Kong:
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Leader of the pack when it comes to ding-dong!
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Chorus
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Jay-Ski: 95 South, get on the mic now!!
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Verse 2: A.B. and Daddy Black
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[AB] Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-ding-dong!
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Come on over for a game of ping-pong
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I'll serve, 'cause girl, I like ya
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Pass ya 'round and lemme spike ya
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So let a nigga get on ya
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Pretty baby, I'm gon-na
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Call ya up one night to ring-a-ling
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Put in your order for a 3-piece ding-a-ling
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[DB] Or an extra crispy Dom dinner
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I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a winner
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'Cause I pack you with Dom till you fall asleep
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Call me Black, or Daddy Dog Sheep
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Hey yo, fellas, you gots to keep her,
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'Cause a nigga like Black'll creep her
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Hey yo, girl, you can't go wrong
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With this ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong!
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Chorus
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Jay-Ski: It's the Booty Man!!
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Verse 3: Booty Man and The Rotweiler
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[BM] C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time
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95 South down with 69
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Ain't nuttin' but plumbers! You're gettin' weak,
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'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach
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And it ain't no shame
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Hey girl, let's go to the ball game
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If you're hungry, I'll feed ya
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I got a menu, so let me read ya:
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Hot smoked sausages and some salty peanuts
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And great, big ol' hot-dawgs that'll sho'nuff fill ya up, right
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But yo, don't try to eat too much
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'Cause you know you might get choked -
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But you can't play around with a ding-a-long sandwich,
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'Cause it ain't no joke!
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[RW] So when you come inside to fight tonight,
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Be ready for the ding-a-ling
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And you can bring your glove if you want this love,
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So step inside the ring
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I got left jabs and right jabs
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And I'ma hit you below the belt
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I talked to the surgeon general;
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He said ding-a-ling was good for your health! Uhh!
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Chorus till fade
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Ding Dong Song
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69 Boyz |