Testi musica canzoni

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