Ding Dong Song Lyrics - Singles - 69 Boyz

95 South and them Boyz 69 

Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's ding-a-ling time 

It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the phone 

And get ready for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling song 

(Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Who, da dat, da dat, da dat) 

Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, believe dat 

Backed up by the 95 South and it goes like this, c'mon 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

Yo, don't try to fake the funk on 

Go on, give you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong 

So mangy kitty-cat, get back, get back 

Get back, get back, uhh 

'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground beef 

Backed up by a glass of Sweet T 

And you know my theme song 

Uh, that ding-a-long 

So just call me ball park 

'Cause I pump when you click your jaw 

And girl, I'm surprised you took it all 

'Cause I run you like a track meet 

I can't wait, so jump in the back seat 

In your caddy or bikini 

So get ready, for the [unverified] 

And you know the words, so sing along 

And prepare for the ding-ding, ding-along 

Girl, you know you's a winner 

Tell me what you want for dinner 

How 'bout a six-pack of that 

Ding-ding-dong, da-dat, da-dat 

Help us, help us, 68 

Who do you appreciate? 

The one that's singin' you a sweet song 

Or the one that's feedin' you ding-dong? 

'Cause I can't sing too well 

But I can make that kitty-cat swell 

So before I push up 

Hold your breath and wish yourself good luck 

This ain't I Dream of Jeannie 

And I ain't got no teeny weenie 

Just call me King Kong 

Leader of the pack when it comes to ding-dong 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

95 South, get on the mic now 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Come on over for a game of ping pong 

I'll serve 'cause girl, I like ya 

Pass ya 'round and lemme spike ya 

So let a nigga get on ya 

Pretty baby, I'm gonna 

Call ya up one night to ring-a-ling 

Put in your order for a 3 piece ding-a-ling 

Or an extra crispy Dom dinner 

I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a winner 

'Cause I pack you with Dom till you fall asleep 

Call me Black, or Daddy Dog Sheep 

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to keep her 

'Cause a nigga like Black'll creep her 

Hey yo, girl, you can't go wrong 

With this ing-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

It's the Booty Man 

C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time 

95 South down with 69 

Ain't nuttin' but plumbers, you're gettin' weak 

'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach 

And it ain't no shame 

Hey girl, let's go to the ball game 

If you're hungry, I'll feed ya 

I got a menu, so let me read ya 

Hot smoked sausages and some salty peanuts 

And great, big ol' hot dogs that'll sho' 'nuff fill ya up, right 

But yo, don't try to eat too much 

'Cause you know you might get choked 

But you can't play around with a ding-a-long sandwich 

'Cause it ain't no joke 

So when you come inside to fight tonight 

Be ready for the ding-a-ling 

And you can bring your glove if you want this love 

So step inside the ring 

I got left jabs and right jabs 

And I'ma hit you below the belt 

I talked to the surgeon general 

He said ding-a-ling was good for your health, uh 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong 

Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat 

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