Whooo (Live @ Babylon, Munich / 21.11.2000)

Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
It's going down

Yo, I park my ride at the left side
I'm feeling kinda high
'Cause I know that my stupid ass is gonna get drunk tonight
A quick view to the backyard, my boys are there
So high fives everywhere
Well, no smell from the inside, so who got that endo?
I wanna know, 'cause my brain says so
So I follow the fog until the heart of the party
Chilly promo with a blunt and a glass of Bacardi, yo
It's all good, but something is missing
I don't know what it is and I have to go pissing
But then somebody's knocking at the door
And right about now I'm looking at a girl that I never saw before
Right about now I start to stare
Oh, fucking my eyes already see a pair
And Kay says
"Hey, Ronny Blass, what you gonna do?"
I better go and relax and get myself another brew

Hey, yo, this chick is the bomb, y'all
Come on, everybody
Hey, yo, this chick is the bomb

Somebody tell me what her name is
Somebody tell me what the number of his dame is
Does she got a man or is she creeping on a solo tip?
Now take a look at her ribs, I tend to lick my lips
But my tongue seems to weigh a ton
And I said to myself, "You gotta talk to her, Ron, yo"
It's easier said than done, but I'ma do it
It's a hard job, so I'ma go through it
So come on, baby, we gotta talk
Yo, it's too noisy in here, so let's go outside for a walk
My homies smile as we pass
And Kay says, "Get a nice shot, Mr. Brass"
And she be headed for my car
And I think, "The holy Lord, am I way in vain?"
Fuck, 'cause Mr. Brass goes on a mission
And I will tell this girl what it's like to go fishin'

Hey, yo, this chick is the bomb, y'all
Come on, everybody
Hey, yo, this chick is the bomb

Ronny and his chick on the way to knock boots
Two wicked minds on the way to get loose
One load of sperm's getting out of control
Rock and roll
Yeah
Fuck
One, two
One, two, three, four

Hey, yo, this chick is the bomb, y'all
Let's turn
Hey, yo, this chick is the bomb
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb