Digital Underground Wheee! Lyrics

The Body-Hat Syndrome Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Return of the Crazy One
  • 2 Doo Woo You
  • 3 Holly Wanstaho
  • 4 Bran Nu Swetta
  • 5 The Humpty Dance Awards
  • 6 Body-Hats, Part 1
  • 7 Dope-A-Delic (Do-U-B-Leeve-In-D-Flo?)
  • 8 Intermission
  • 9 Wussup Wit the Luv
  • 10 Digital Lover
  • 11 Carry the Way (Along Time)
  • 12 Body-Hats, Part 2
  • 13 Circus Entrance
  • 14 Jerkit Circus
  • 15 Circus Exit (The After-Nut)
  • 16 Shake & Bake
  • 17 Body-Hats, Part 3
  • 18 Do Ya Like It Dirty
  • 19 Bran Nu Sweat This Beat
  • 20 Wheee!
  • 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
    Oooh, 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 ­ AAHHH! Oohwee

    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 want to gee
    She said, my friend it makes me want to sing mememememe
    Boss says it's cool to come to work when you can make it
    Halle Berry sittin in your bed butt-stankin naked
    [laughing] You know what I'm saying, ay, I just gotta scream


    Ha-ha-ha, I chuckle to myself
    That's the way I feel, you want to 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 backdoor
    Leapin in the neighbour's pool naked
    Story uhm, ahh, errr, I scream, I
    Join in skinny dip swimming, shakin when the wind blows
    Swan dive, ha ha ha, errr, ummm, ah, **** it!


    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
    Ooooh, I got a freak on the way
    She wants to come I'mma make her stay
    Wheee! Cause the girl love's to geeee
    Especially when it comes to Cleeeee
    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 colour, 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 **** in her butt, walked on her*****
    I sneeze, made her jump, let me tell it
    Put my finger in her ***, let her smell it
    Close the door, pretend I'm takin a ****
    But I really got my toes pointed, hand on my ****
    I'm sick, I got the flu
    But I'll still kiss you till you smell like
    Doodoo! My *** 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 **** 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! **** you, Johnny
    The spoon-fed Apple Jacks in bed room
    Fresh freak with the ice cubes and a lot of headroom

    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, Cleee...

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