But for right now, where ya at? Where ya at?
Chrous 4x
This is for my dogs in ???
And all my dogs in LA
Can’t forget my dogs in New Orleans
Let’s ride and ride it all day
Hands down, shake up, we all up in the mix
And it’s about time we all break it down
And it goes a little sumthin’ like this
Yo, dog, you see a little sumthin’ you like?
You say, here kittie kittie, here kittie kittie kittie
And she lookin’ all good in the club tonight
You say, here kittie kittie, here kittie kittie kittie
If you’s a dog and you need a fix
Here kittie kittie, here kittie kittie kittie
So jump to the music
Here kittie kittie, here kittie kittie kittie
We’ve been tryin to tell y’all for years
That you need to open your ears
Take a trip down to the dirty south
And fine out what is woof woof about
It’s just a word we get call
No time for hype beats and huh
Kris-Kross know to make ya jump
Wit the way that I bump bump bump
Ladies down from state to state
Cuz like ya’ll dogs, we operate
And see when the bass of his glip
Well, ya must be in tune to hear what we hear
Just like ya ought to do
But inside of you
If not, we didn’t come through
Knowin’ the South is all of that
But for now I wanna know where that dogs is at
Chorus 4x
This for the dogs in Virginia
And the dogs in Indiana
And all the dogs out in Texas
Jersey and Alabama
And for my dogs in Perdue
And for my dogs in Carolina
And for my dogs in DC
And the ones in Mississippi
I know you dogs in Nebraska
New place they call Arizona
And the ???
Milwaukee and Oklahoma
This for my dogs
Got me riding out
From the North to the East and West
Again, in the dirty South, come on
Chorus till fade

Yeah, 199Quad!
69 Boyz backed up by the Quad City DJ’s!
One time !

Cotton candy, sweetie go, let me see the Tootsee Roll!

Tootsee Roll! (8x)
To the left! (2x) To the right! (2x)
To the front! (2x) To the back! (2x)
Slide! (8x)
To the left! (2x) To the right! (2x)
To the front! (2x) To the back! (2x)
Dip, baby, dip! (4x)

Cotton candy, sweetie, go,
Let me see the Tootsee Roll!

(Verse 1)
I don’t know what you’ve been told
It ain’t the butterfly, it’s the Tootsee Roll
A brand new dance SO,
Grab a partner and get on the dance FLO’
And work them hips a lil’ bit
Then do that dip a lil’ bit
Oh yeah, you got it, now whip, baby, no buts about it
And you over there, with the long hair
Keep rollin’ that derriere
‘Cause it ain’t hard
Just a brand new dance for the 199Quad
69 in the place to be
Hey yo, ‘Ski! What we came to see?
Cotton candy, sweetie, go,
Let me see the Tootsee Roll!

Chorus 1

Bridge:
I feel a whoop comin’ on, a whoop comin’ on (2x)
Whoop! (8x)

Tootsee Roll! (8x)
To the left! (2x) To the right! (2x)
To the front! (2x) To the back! (2x)
Slide! (8x)
I feel a whoop comin’ on, a whoop comin’ on (2x)
Whoop! (8x)

Cotton candy, sweetie, go,
Let me see the Tootsee Roll!

I don’t know what you’ve been told
It ain’t the butterfly, it’s the Tootsee Roll
A brand new dance SO,
Grab a partner and get on the dance FLO’
69 in the place to be
Hey yo, ‘Ski! What we came to see?
The butterfly? Uh-uh, that’s old!
The butterfly? Uh-uh, that’s old!
Let me see the Tootsee Roll!

Tootsee Roll! (8x)
To the left! (2x) To the right! (2x)
To the front! (2x) To the back! (2x)
Slide! (8x)
To the left! (2x) To the right! (2x)
To the front! (2x) To the back! (2x)
Dip, baby, dip! (4x)
I feel a whoop comin’ on, a whoop comin’ on (2x)
Whoop! (8x)
Just roll! (16x)
[Explosion]

( ) = woman’s line

Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Hey girlfriend, what’s yo name? I’ve been watchin’ you all night long
And the way you move that Puddin Tame has really turned me on
So get on the daaaaaance floor, and work it one mo’ gen
Push swang that Puddin Tame until the party end
I like when you grab dem hips, and move it down real slow
Round and round with that grindin’ motion, down to the floor
I know the panties you wearin’ helpin’ that thang look fine
It’s got to be dem G-string ’cause I ain’t seen no panty line
For those of y’all who don’t know, just what that Puddin Tame mean,
It’s that monkey, that kitty cat, that jumpin’ jellybean, baby.

Chorus (2x)
(What’s your thing?) Puddin Tame. Ask me again, I’ll tell you the same.
(What’s your thing?) Puddin Tame. Still the same, ain’t nothin’ changed.

Bridge:
Some like it in a bowl, some like it on a stick
Some like they Puddin nice and thin, but then some like it thick
No matter how you like it, I love my Puddin Tame
And if you ask me just one mo’ gen, I’m still gon’ say the same, uh!

Verse 2: The Rottweiler
Yo, c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon, jump, just gimme that thang

Some say it’s greed, but I just need that good ol’ Puddin Tame
Yo, and it ain’t hard, and once you start, I won’t let ya stop
I want your bowl o’ jello, baby; jus’ gimme that Puddin-Pop
Now understand if you got a man then, yo, I don’t need ya
But if you’re alone and got it goin’ on, jus’ let me freak ya
Now it’s about time, I’m down with 6-9, and ain’t no shame in my game
Up and down, round and round, even doo-doo brown,
So jus’ gimme that Puddin Tame! Uh!

Chorus

Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Baby, don’t get me wrong; you shakin’ dat booty to death
And when I saw that Puddin Tame, I just couldn’t help myself!
The way you move that Puddin Tame got things all in my head
It’s 69, not TLC, and I Ain’t 2 Proud 2 Beg!
There’s somethin’ ’bout that Puddin there
That’s different from the others
That one there looks just like, it should be on an album cover
And I don’t discriminate, naw, I’m not that type of fella
As long as the Puddin’s sweet, I like it chocolate or vanilla
For those of y’all who don’t know, just what that Puddin Tame mean,
It’s that monkey, baby, that kitty cat, that jumpin’ jellybean!

Chorus

Bridge

Chorus

69:And Mr. Lemonhead…
-Give me a funky bass drop.
69:Sit back and relax and relieve your mind
And get ready for the trip to Land sixty-nine,
Where the girls are fine and full of fun
And they outnumber guys like ten to one.
We got trains, planes, and other thangs
Like Dom Perignon and chicken wangs,
And a motel you can lodge at
And plenty clothes for the big money boys to flodge at.
Yeah, it’s the place to be,
Guys gotta pay but girls get in free.
So, come on and have a ball
Bring a comb, a toothbrush, and extra draws.
And I hate for you to miss it all,
So, you better move swift shoot the gif and get your tickets y’all.
So, tune your radio in,
Cause the sixty-nine tickets go to caller number ten.

{ } = the fellas
( ) = the ladies

Chorus [2x]:
{Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kittyyyyy!}
Aw, kitty kitty!
{Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kittyyyyy!}
I thought I saw a puddy tat!

Bridge A [2x]:
(What you doin’?) {Nuttin’, hon! Uhh, uhh, I’m just nuttin’, hon!}
(What you doin’?) {Nuttin’, hon! Aww, honey-hon!}

Like I said, the party ain’t dead,
These girls ain’t even scared to give head!
Verse 1:
Girl, stop tryin’ to be smooth
Make way for a brother to make the first move
You’re tryin’ to act nice and sweet
‘Cause I know that you is a freak
So let a brother lick them paws
And run the tongue on the g-string draws
And tease the kitty just a little
Then stick my pole in the middle
Before I hit, let me ask
Did the dogs done hit in the path
‘Cause if they ain’t got they shots
Then the kitty might not get got
They say it ain’t got a bad bone
In any ol ‘eyes, it’s gold
So girl, don’t act seditty
Just give a brother some of that kitty!

Chorus, Bridge A

Like I said, the party ain’t dead,
All these chicken heads just scared!
Verse 2:
Kitties is cool and all that
But I like the real big cats
See, a cat got a little more strength
So they can take a little more length

You gotta feed a kitty real slow
But a cat can take a little bit mo’
So lay on down on the silk
So you can get a bowl of this milk
Then let’s do it like dogs
I wanna see ya climb the walls
And once I get in them guts
I’ma do that straight cat strut
So please don’t make a brother beg
To get inbetween them legs
Come on girl, have some pity
And give a brother some of that kitty!

Bridge B [4x]:
True dat, true dat! True dat, true dat!

Chorus

Jay-Ski:
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack came down, said “Thank you ma’am, but uh, you got change for a quarter?” Aaow!

Bridge C [4x]:
{Oh, baby!} (Hey!)

Jay-Ski:
Check it out!
Lil’ Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eatin’ a bowl o’ cream o’ wheat
She gave me a show, whatta you know, that lil’ *hoe* was a freak! Aaow!

Bridge C

Jay-Ski:
Check it!
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner beggin’ this girl all night
She said no, he said “Oh! You gon’ come on down and take a hike, baby!”

Bridge C

Jay-Ski:
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep, eyes were full of tears
I think girl need her *LONG BLEEP*; Whoot, there it is! Aaow!

Bridge C, Bridge B, Chorus

Aint ready so ya better belive that uhh yall aint ready yall aint ready
So act like ya know that yall aint ready yall aint ready what we gon do
Now?

Hoop all in yo face gonna hoop all in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo
Face gonna hoop all in yo face come on now hoop all in yo face gonna
Hoop
All in yo face one time gonna ho-o-o-o-p all in yo face

So you wanna go toe to toe but that aint wise to do now I suggest that
You think this through and then go call your crew ’cause you ‘gon need a
Little help, a matter of fact all the help you can get’cause country folk
From the dirty south aint the folk to play with. now I’ll admit sometimes
Some folks just understand but on the real it appears to me you gon learn
Fist hand now if thats the deal on how you feel then name the time and
The place and me and my crew will be glad to hoop to da hoop all in yo
Face baby.

Hoop all yo face gonna hoop all in yo face yah baby hoop all in yo face
Gonna hoop all in yo face come on now hoop all in yo face gonna hoop
All
In yo face what we ‘gon do now hoop all in face gonna hoop in yo face

Yall aint ready yall aint ready come on now yall aint ready yall aint
Ready so ya better belive that yall aint ready yall aint ready yeah baby
Yall aint ready yall aint ready one time

We aint tryin to scare ya up yall we lettin’ you know that it aint no
Games when it comes to the 65 plus 4. ’cause we take time to do it right
Uh and that there’s for sure and once we do it you best belive it’s not
To be done be no more ’cause we take pride in dustin’ chumps off like it
No thang so if you and your little crew still belive yall can hang then
Do just like I said before and time and the place and me and my boyz do
The do heee-oop in yo face

Hoop all yo face gonna hoop all in yo face come on now hoop all in yo
Face gonna hoop all in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo face gonna hoop
All in yo face one time hoop all in face gonna hoop in yo face

Dawg maybe you can explain ’cause I dont understand how you ‘gon
Hang
When you aint even munch the man sittin’ next to the man dont get me
Wrong you still get respect ’cause we were raised like that to get with
This crew and let me tell you it aint no day like thar now I done said
All I’m gonna say and I won’t sat nothin’ else ’cause you got the facts
And it’s up to you on how you gonna play yourself but if you decide to
Get with crew you better bring the base ’cause once we start we aint ‘gon
Stop till you get hooped up in yo face

Hoop all yo face gonna hoop all in yo face one time hoop all in yo face
Gonna hoop all in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo face gonna hoop all in
Yo face come on now hoop all in face gonna hoop in yo face

Yall aint ready yall aint ready yeah baby yall aint ready yall aint
Ready one time yall aint ready yall aint ready so ya better belive that
Uh yall aint ready yall aint ready so act like ya know that

The ville wanna (hoop) o-town wanna (hoop) miami wanna (hoop) tampa
Wanna
(hoop) atlanra wanna (hoop) chi-town wanna (hoop) new york wanna
(hoop)
L.A wanna (hoop) dallas wanna (hoop) alabama wanna (hoop) carolina
Wanna
(hoop) milwalke wanna
(hoop) memphis wanna (hoop) everybody wanna (hoop) come on now

Hoop all in yo face gonna hoop al in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo
Face gonna hoop all in yo face come on now

Yall aint ready yall aint ready yall aint ready yall aint ready yall
Aint ready…(fade out)

Brothers and sisters keep messin up
Why do they got to get drizzy drunk
For some strange reason it had to be
I had to drink that Hennessy, now
Take me to another bar, take me to a ABC
So, I can get a two liter coke and a fifth of Hennessy
Take me to another bar, drop me off to the ABC
So, I can get a two liter coke and a fifth of Hennessy
Bridge:
But Rotweiller? He went to Max Liquors
Lemonhead? He went to the Edgewood Lounge
Rico? He went to get some beer and cashews
Some beer and cashews
Help me. Wont you help me?
Would you help me find my way-ay, home, home?
My momma ain’t home
Oh, help
Outro:
*Laughing and a dial tone*
You like it?
Hello?
*Operator comes on*
He must of hung up

Cellphone ringing.
Voice in background: “Yo Vernon! Yo nigga, get the phone!”

Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Hello?
(Hey baby, what you doin’?) Playin’ tetherball
And eatin’ cream out the middle of some Oreos
I meant to call you back last night
But I was watchin a video of an Evander Holyfield fight
Next time you see your friend Michelle,
Tell her if she ain’t fake, one of my boys wanna yell
Anyway, that’s enough of that
When we gon’ hook up, so I can pack the kitty-cat?
Oh, now you wanna play the switcheroo?
Well call me back when you gon’ let me hit the coochy-coo
Just because I play the Babyface
Don’t mean that I’m a punk that won’t hang up in a lady’s face
Oh, I thought you might change your mind
‘Cause a fella like myself, I must admit, is hard to find
You coulda stuck with your ex-man
Just to chit-chat and talk about wedding plans
‘Cause I ain’t gonna talk respectfully
I talk reality, and how we can fulfill your needs sexually
The kinda stuff that’ll make you wonder
And callin’ me is cheaper than a 976 number
And I ain’t tryin’ to run game
I belong to you, so I ain’t tryin’ to prove a damn thing!
So we can do whatever, but now, all I
Wanna know is, when is we gon’ get together?

Chorus:
I hope that we can get together soon (3x)
In my room, yeh, drinkin’ a bottle of brewww …

Verse 2: Thrill Da Playa
So when you gonna let me get ya hot?
We’ll get some wine, food, and a room at the Mariott
What? Filet mignon and Parignon?
Well I was thinkin’ more Dom and lime potato chips and (?)
Baby, I ain’t bein’ cheap!
But if we gon’ be workin’ out, we don’t need to have too much to eat
I’m sure you need some work on your thighs
And for sure my third leg could use a little exercise
Hold on a second, hon —
{speaking off the phone}
Man, can’t you see I’m on the phone, runnin’ game, tryin’ to get me some?
What? If you’re gonna get perverty,
Then make sure you bring back a freaky-deaky friend for me!
{he comes back on the phone}
I’m back, baby, sorry ’bout that thing
But my boys let me know I was next on the cellular game
But anyway, onto bigger things, and better things
Like kitty-cat and ding-a-ling
I really hope you’re hearing me, and at the same time,
I hope you ain’t gettin’ the wrong idea of me
I’d love to take you to a picture show
But it’s cheaper to stay home and watch it all on HBO
‘Cause if we home and we take it,
We’ll get the hot-buttered corn, and watch the movie naked
So baby, let’s go to my room
And I hope we can get together real soon

Chorus, repeat till fade

* please send corrections direct to the typist

Intro: Jay-Ski and A.B.
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, hooh, da-dat, da-dat, da-dat]

Jay-Ski:
Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, b’lieve dat!
Backed up by the 95 South, and it goes like this, c’mon!

Chorus(4x):
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong, huh, true dat! True dat! True
Dat!

Verse 1: The Rotweiller and Thrill Da Playa
[RW] 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, uhh, 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 y’ caddy, or bikini,
So get ready, for the (?)
And you know the words, so sing along
And prepare for the ding-ding-ding-along
[Th] 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!

Chorus

Jay-Ski: 95 South, get on the mic now!!

Verse 2: A.B. and Daddy Black
[AB] Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-ding-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 gon-na
Call ya up one night to ring-a-ling
Put in your order for a 3-piece ding-a-ling
[DB] 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 ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong!

Chorus

Jay-Ski: It’s the Booty Man!!

Verse 3: Booty Man and The Rotweiler
[BM] 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-dawgs 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!
[RW] 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! Uhh!

Chorus till fade

[We call it the train!]
(Oooooooh, here come that train!)

Chorus:
Engine engine 69, headed down the party line
And if that train go off the track,
Then you know that party sho’ nuff bite
So don’t miss that train, baby!
So don’t miss that train!

69 doin’ it one mo’ time, so come on, ride that thang, baby!
Verse 1
THRILL DA PLAYA:
All aboard, all ya ladies, just work it on down
Get ya pass for the party train that’s on the way to your town
And don’t be shame-faced, baby, ’cause it ain’t no thang
I won’t tell if you won’t tell that you done rode the train
ROTTWEILER:
So don’t try to act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
It’s plenty of guys so you can bring some friends to help you out
And it’s a real LONG line, uh, so I hope you can hang
And if you come it’s gon’ be fun, yo, so don’t miss that tr-ain!

Bridge 1:
(I think I can) I know you can
(I think I can) Girl, I’m sure you can
(I think I can) Matter fact, I know you can
It’s a round-trip ticket to Ding-a-Ling Land!

Chorus

Like I said, pimpin’ ain’t dead, come on, ride that thang, baby!

Bridge 2:
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) You betta not miss it, baby!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) Betta get yo’ ticket, baby!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) And don’t be actin’ ashamed!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) Here come dat party train!

Verse 2
THRILL DA PLAYA:
Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey, don’t miss that train!
It’s 69, it’s party time, and oh yeah, we got them chicken wings!
We got that Parignon too, and much hors d’ourves
And long spicy sausages, so ladies, come get served!

ROTTWEILER:
So get to the party, baby, uh, ’cause this gon’ be hype
Get your bags, that gin n’ juice, and wait by the railroad track
So ladies, bring your friends, and please make sure they’re fine
And hurry up, ’cause I’d hate to see you miss Engine 69, uh!

Bridge 1

Chorus

Like I said, the party ain’t dead, come on and ride that thang, baby!
Bridge 2

Verse 3
THRILL DA PLAYA:
Hey now, lil’ roadie, uh, all the way to the end
Get on the train and shake that thang, 69 comin’ one mo’ gen
Put on some boots, some skin-tight Dukes, uh, and get wild and loose
If ain’t no room in your freight compartment,
There’s room in my caboose!
ROTTWEILER:
So just be ready to go, ba-by, when we come to your town
I wanna put this choo-choo in yo’ poo-poo, and work it on down
‘Cause it’s much faster than Greyhound,
And a whole lot cheaper than a plane
So get on the tracks, put a Hump N’ Ya Back, uhh,
And get on this SOULLLLLLLLL TRAIN!

[2x]
So don’t miss that train, baby! Don’t miss that train!
Like I said, pimpin’ ain’t dead,
These girls aren’t even scared to give head!

[Sung]
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{Hey, true dat, true dat!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{We servin’ gravy train!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{All aboard the weenie train!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{And don’t be actin’ ashamed!}

(Oooooooh, here come that train!)

Bridge 2

(I think I can …)