Lyric Da Mote(L)
{ } = the fellas
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Intro:
[Outside a dance club. The "Tootsee Roll" beat is boomin inside.]
MAN: What s up, baby? They done had that last call for alcohol and
everything, what s up, you gon come back to the mote with me or what?
WOMAN: But what about yo girlfriend? She s posed to be my friend.
MAN: Come on, come on, baby, don t worry bout her, I mean we can leave
here, go get something to eat. You hungry?
WOMAN: Mmm ... yeah ... I m hungry a lil bit. I just ...
MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at
the hotel ... so what you gon do?
WOMAN: (sigh) You really gon pay my phone bill?
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{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!}
Uh! Uh! Ahh baby, here we go now!
Verse 1: Thrill Pa Dlaya
Hey baby doll, what s up? Scuse the mood, I m a lil bit bored
And normally, I don t try to take girls home after the club
But you got that flavor ride, and I m kinda hungry
Not only that, strictly by myself, sometimes I tend to get lonely
So let s find this camp, and get a lil something to eat
Get back to the mote and kick off them shoes so I can rub them feet
And we both dogs, baby, so we ain t got to joke
If you re down, I ll get to the car and we can head to the mote!
Chorus (2x):
{Let s go to the motel, let s go to the mote
I won t tell if you don t tell!}
Jay-Ski:
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, don t have no shame!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} How you ll be gettin that pocket change!
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, you know the deal!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} How you ll be payin that phone bill!
Verse 2: The Rottweiler
It s the last call for alcohol, baby, so let s leave the club
I wanna get in the tub and rub-a-dub, cause I m in the mood for lo-ove ...
You wanted barbecue or mildew, girl, so what you wanna do?
We can go to the Hilton, Motel 6 or get a room at the Peek-A-Boo, uh
So eat your Wheaties, sweetie, and yo, you can best believe
Bring a toothbrush, a fresh pair of panties, yo, and that s all you need
So let s keep it a G thang, (?), uhh, and please don t go tell
That you re makin noise with the 69 Boyz, so let s go to the motel, uhh!
Chorus
Jay-Ski:
{Let s go to the motel!} And we can have some fun!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} How you ll be gettin them braids done!
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, don t try to shine!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} Where you workin part time!
{Ho-tel, mo-tel, I won t tell if you don t tell!} (4x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)
Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Don t holler bout, I don t know ya, and you don t know me
Cause if your booty big, then I ma learn to dig your personality
I m real, though; I ain t fake, heyyy, I want them skins
And you can bring your big booty buddies too;
I got a motel full of friends:
Danny, Tony T, Lemonhead, and Big Daddy Black and Jay
You got three more friends?
Well, I do too: the Rottweiler, Rico and DJ M-Bay!
We got rooms at the 6, so let s handle our business
Find this camp and go to the mote so I can rub-a-dub that Guinness!
{I got a trick! A treat!} (8x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)
Chorus
Jay-Ski:
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, you know the time!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} It s better than waitin in that welfare line!
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, it ain t gon hurt!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} How you got that (?)!
Yeah baby! Here we go, come on, come on, here we, go baby!
(leads into "Ding Dong Song")
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Intro:
[Outside a dance club. The "Tootsee Roll" beat is boomin inside.]
MAN: What s up, baby? They done had that last call for alcohol and
everything, what s up, you gon come back to the mote with me or what?
WOMAN: But what about yo girlfriend? She s posed to be my friend.
MAN: Come on, come on, baby, don t worry bout her, I mean we can leave
here, go get something to eat. You hungry?
WOMAN: Mmm ... yeah ... I m hungry a lil bit. I just ...
MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at
the hotel ... so what you gon do?
WOMAN: (sigh) You really gon pay my phone bill?
- - - - - - -
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!}
Uh! Uh! Ahh baby, here we go now!
Verse 1: Thrill Pa Dlaya
Hey baby doll, what s up? Scuse the mood, I m a lil bit bored
And normally, I don t try to take girls home after the club
But you got that flavor ride, and I m kinda hungry
Not only that, strictly by myself, sometimes I tend to get lonely
So let s find this camp, and get a lil something to eat
Get back to the mote and kick off them shoes so I can rub them feet
And we both dogs, baby, so we ain t got to joke
If you re down, I ll get to the car and we can head to the mote!
Chorus (2x):
{Let s go to the motel, let s go to the mote
I won t tell if you don t tell!}
Jay-Ski:
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, don t have no shame!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} How you ll be gettin that pocket change!
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, you know the deal!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} How you ll be payin that phone bill!
Verse 2: The Rottweiler
It s the last call for alcohol, baby, so let s leave the club
I wanna get in the tub and rub-a-dub, cause I m in the mood for lo-ove ...
You wanted barbecue or mildew, girl, so what you wanna do?
We can go to the Hilton, Motel 6 or get a room at the Peek-A-Boo, uh
So eat your Wheaties, sweetie, and yo, you can best believe
Bring a toothbrush, a fresh pair of panties, yo, and that s all you need
So let s keep it a G thang, (?), uhh, and please don t go tell
That you re makin noise with the 69 Boyz, so let s go to the motel, uhh!
Chorus
Jay-Ski:
{Let s go to the motel!} And we can have some fun!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} How you ll be gettin them braids done!
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, don t try to shine!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} Where you workin part time!
{Ho-tel, mo-tel, I won t tell if you don t tell!} (4x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)
Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Don t holler bout, I don t know ya, and you don t know me
Cause if your booty big, then I ma learn to dig your personality
I m real, though; I ain t fake, heyyy, I want them skins
And you can bring your big booty buddies too;
I got a motel full of friends:
Danny, Tony T, Lemonhead, and Big Daddy Black and Jay
You got three more friends?
Well, I do too: the Rottweiler, Rico and DJ M-Bay!
We got rooms at the 6, so let s handle our business
Find this camp and go to the mote so I can rub-a-dub that Guinness!
{I got a trick! A treat!} (8x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)
Chorus
Jay-Ski:
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, you know the time!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} It s better than waitin in that welfare line!
{Let s go to the motel!} Girl, it ain t gon hurt!
{I won t tell if you don t tell!} How you got that (?)!
Yeah baby! Here we go, come on, come on, here we, go baby!
(leads into "Ding Dong Song")
