Coolio - Ooh la La

Uh, I sneak up on her like a cheetah
And get a call of the wild when I greet her (meow)
The coochie leader
Bend on over and touch your toes
And I can jump up on a dresser and strike a pose
Uh, if you willing and you're ready and you're able, girl
Pull up your skirt and we can do it on the pool table
Your nipples look so tender
Can I twirl 'em in my mouth like a blender, surrender
'Cause ain't nothin but freakin'
I can keep it all wet, all weekend, and have you tweakin'
I be strokin, that's what I be doin'
And every position you assumin'
Uh, all night, all day
If you stay, I can rub you the right way (hey)
If he go one time, I go three
'Cause that's how it is in the CPT

Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Girl, I got the key to the city
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Can we go somewhere and get busy?
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
You're lookin kinda pretty
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Can I get close to the kitty?

Are you sure that we alone, all alone? (Yeah)
Lock the door and unplug the telephone (telephone)
Light some candles, let me get a look at your handles (ooh-wee)
You got a body like a sex scandal
So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch
Turn around and let me see it from the back, ah, shat (damn)
Girl, you bring out the freak in me
I go deep in the pink, I hope you think of me
Whenever you need some sexual healing
We like two in a million, don't fight the feelin'
You ain't dealin' with no rookie
Yes, I got a lot of nuts in my Tollhouse cookie
Call up your bookie, put your money on the semen
I'm puttin in work like a tag team free man
I stomp through the woods like a Recon
And we can do it all night with the lights on

Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Girl, I got the key to the city
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Let's go somewhere and get busy
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
I hope you ain't not the kind that acts a ditty
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
I'm tryin' to get close to the kitty

What's up on some lovin', baby?
We can roll in my sixty-three
And drink Hennessy
What's up on some lovin', baby?
Don't you want to roll with me?
You and me can creep

We can put it on a platter, girl, it don't matter
I make it hot and you can pop it like a firecracker
In the bedroom, bathroom, livin' room
Outside in the yard, it's a full moon
In the car, in the front seat, back seat
On the trunk, on the hood, and it's all good
I'll be the piece and you can be the booty
And I'll work extra duty to please your coochie
You can lay me on the bed and cuff me up
Spread honey on my chest, but don't rough me up
Dig your nails in my back, girl, play your game
You never come the same if we say your name
Is it real or a dream? You make me scream
When you rub my body with shaving cream
Stick your tongue down my throat and give me a kiss (mmm-wah)
'Cause you know it don't get no better than this (that's right)

Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Girl, I got the key to the city
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Can we go somewhere and get busy?
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Damn, you're lookin kinda pretty
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Can I get close to the kitty?
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Girl, I got the key to the city
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Can we go somewhere and get busy?
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Come and get a taste of the Remy
Ooh-la-la, doo-wa, diddy (ooh-ooh)
Now the kitty's kinda friendly

What's up on some lovin', baby?
We can roll in my sixty-three
And drink Hennessy
What's up on some lovin', baby?
Don't you want to roll with me?
You and me can creep
What's up on some lovin', baby?
We can roll in my sixty-three
And drink Hennessy
What's up on some lovin', baby?
Don't you want to roll with me?
You and me can creep

Written by:
Dana Manno, Sly Dunbar, Robbie Shakespeare, Artis L. Jr. Ivey

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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