Wheee! Lyrics - Body-hat Syndrome - Digital Underground

Ridin' in a drop top 'Vette doing ninety 

Front seat fresh ho, no five, oh, behind me 

I know it is a fat house party, so yo bust the def left 

Rich baby's parents went away for the weekend 

Oh, 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 

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 

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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 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

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 

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 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

Wheee! 

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 

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 

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 

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