Lyric Ding Dong Song
featuring 95 South
* 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
* 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
