Lyrics Digital Underground

Digital Underground

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 wanna gee

She said, my friend it makes me wanna 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

You know what I'm saying, ay, I just gotta scream

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 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, fuck 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 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

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...