Lyrics of Boogie till you conk out

(feat. ice cube)
(intro chorus)
All the ladies in the house
All the ladies in the house (good morning)
To all the ladies in the house (good afternoon)
To all the ladies in the house
(bridge)
To all the ladies in the place with classy taste
Allow me to place my hands on your waist
And we can boogie till you conk out
Faint like marie
On the dance floor boppin with me
(dj quik)
Now im not barin alvin ailey
But i make fly dance music lately
I may not 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
But im flyer than a eb exterrestrial biological entity with elliot
But we 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 to call home
Let's dial it out
That could cost 320 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
(chorus)
To all the ladies in the place
With style and taste
Allow me to place my hands on your waist
And we can boogie till you conk out
Faint like marie
On the dance floor boppin with me
(ice cube)
To all the latest
To all the latest
From the a-test
To up in vegas
To all the latest from nine test
And you could find me
Where ever i be
Im still wanna flow 2010
Still gotta about two thousand to spend
Haters in the place can't erase my grend
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 up butey
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 her up from the table
If she don't wanna dance
Find one that say
(chorus)
To all the ladies in the place with class and taste
And allow me too place my hand on your waist
We can boogie till you conk out
Faint like marie
On the dance floor boppin with me
To all the ladies in the place with style and taste
And allow me too place my hand on your waist
We can boogie till you conk out
Faint like marie
On the dance floor boppin with me
(ice cube & dj quik talking at the end)
Ice cube and dj quik
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
Im a genius
There ain't never ever seen this