Testi musica canzoni

( ) = woman's line

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