Boogie Till You Conk Out (feat. Ice Cube) Lyrics & Tabs by DJ Quik
Boogie Till You Conk Out (feat. Ice Cube)
guitar chords lyrics
All the ladies in the house, all the ladies in the house
Good morning
To all the ladies in the house, to all the ladies in the house
Good afternoon
To all the ladies in the house, to all the ladies in the house
Good evening
All the ladies in the house, to all the ladies in the house
Good Lord
To all the ladies in the place with class and taste
Allow me to place my hand on your waist
So we can boogie till you conk out, faint like Marie
On the dance floor boppin' with me
What?
To all the ladies in the place with style and taste
Allow me to place my hand on your waist
What?
To all the ladies in the place with style and taste
Allow me to place my hand on your waist
So we can boogie till you conk out, faint like Marie
On the dance floor boppin' with me
Now I'm not barely Alvin Ailey
But I make fly dance music daily
I may never dance to ballet in the valet
But you just might see me two step in the Valley
If that's a real expensive car in the alley then it might be me
Playin' hookey from your local TV
'Cause I'm flyer than a EB
The extraterrestrial biological entity with Elliot but you call him ET
Now let's get your BMX ready, let's ride it out
Let's do me like Drew Barrymore and let's hivey out
Give me a phone to call home, let's dial it out
That could cost 321 million dollars a minute
Now why wait, why not just call me Grey?
Why not just call me Blake?
I spend enough time on the airplane
Why not call me Frey, why not call me late?
Now
To all the ladies in the place with class and taste
Allow me to place my hand on your waist
So we can boogie till you conk out, faint like Marie
On the dance floor boppin' with me
What?
To all the ladies in the place with style and taste
Allow me to place my hand on your waist
So we can boogie till you conk out, faint like Marie
On the dance floor boppin' with me
What?
To all the latest, to all the latest
From the A-test up in Vegas
To all the latest from the nineties
You can find me where ever I be
I'm still gonna flow 2010
Still got about two thousand to spend
Haters in the place can't erase my grand
Stuck on my face when I'm with my friends
When I bust a rap to a DJ Quik beat
We get green just like Bill Bixby
Turn into a beast and you a beauty
No, I'm a player, will you recruit me?
I got game and you got to tailgate
Let's have a party, girl, why the hell wait?
Let's have a ball, get up from the table
If she don't wanna dance, find one and say
To all the ladies in the place with class and taste
Allow me to place my hand on your waist
So we can boogie till you conk out, faint like Marie
On the dance floor boppin' with me
What?
To all the ladies in the place with style and taste
Allow me to place my hand on your waist
So we can boogie till you conk out, faint like Marie
On the dance floor boppin' with me
Now what?
Ice Cube, DJ Quik, it's DJ Quik and Ice Cube
20 years in the making, a whole generation, ain't no faking
What up, homie? What up Triple Threat?
You a genius, no, you a genius
I'm a genius, yeah, I'm a genius
They ain't never ever seen this
