Boo Boo'n

Walk up in the session with my dick in my hand

Fat sweet in my mouth, a 24 ounce can

I got no time for all that yesterday he say, she say

Pull out the B-Tape, give it to the DJ

My eyes are tight and shiny 'cause I'm smokin' some kill

Don't look at me, go buy some drinks, call up some hoes, if you will

I see it's nothing but a party, y'all, I guess that I'm the host

Ain't nobody got no more weed? It's time to smoke

And keep that beat rollin', you see everybody's holdin' their own

You know I gotta bust at least two or three 'fore I'm gone

But there's always one in the crowd, rappin' loud

All in a ****'s mouth with all them bitches and cowards

With the East Coast flow, West Coast body language

Don't know nothing 'bout the South, I'm tryna find someone to hang with

Man, when you finish flowin', or whatever the fuck that you doin'

Holler at me, I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n

Had to get away, needed some time to chill

So I thought of fifty-nine and got behind the wheel

Scooped up a fat sack of kill 'cause I'll be drivin' awhile

Takin' two or three pulls every five or six miles

I can't wait to see my road dogs, you know how we do it

Just like a case of beer, a piece of cotton, we run right through it

And all the bitches know me, I hit quite a few

They be glad to see me, **** don't give 'em dick like I do

I bust about two, then they tell they friends, and then I'm in

With my French tickler, makin' they pussy lips grin

But there's always one in the crowd talkin' loud

Found out I fucked her cousin, now she runnin' her mouth

Leavin' notes on my windshield, I'm a bitch, I'm a ho

Early in the morning, bitches knockin' at my mama door

Mama, please, when you finish whatever that you doin'

Whoever that is, tell 'em I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n

I got a visit from an old friend, fresh out the county

He said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me

He had some new **** with him, full of drink and lookin' sweaty

Cockin' gats back, talkin' 'bout, "Come on, D man, you ready?"

It's a house down the street, about two doors down

They sell weed and they least got two whole pounds

Man, all we gots to do is hit this fry and we cool

Let's fuck his wife, and take his weed, and bust on that fool

We can all come up, whatever we get, we split

Ain't nobody sayin' nothing, ain't nobody seen shit

So let's pile up five deep in your 'Lac

He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's the jack

Man, you must be smokin' crack, you don't know who that is

That **** work for HPD, been sellin' weed round here for years

So when you finish plottin' and schemin', whatever you doin'

Wait for me, I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n