Yukmouth - Oh Boy! Lyrics
[Verse 1]Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweilerSpit flame I ***** lava, became the bass ballerSip 'pagne in the drop trollerGive game to shot callersWho bring the spot prouderCampaigne, off course they gonna holler (Oh boy!)Nigga, bandana'ed up and tatted outBling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted outLavish out (Oooh!) drop tunes, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh)Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!)If you aint got 2 or 3 TV's and DVD's dont even ride your shitIf you aint sittin on 20's, go and buy some shitWhen we ride and make you handcuff and hide your ***** (Oh boy!)When your under arrest cause ??? all over ???And under her dress, she run to her exPuttin hickeys all over her neckShe bought me a LexPlayboy, its all on a ***** (Oh boy!)[Chorus]When you see me and my niggas come ???Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)I just flipped the new big bodyGot these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)So much money and iced up in this ??? boyGot these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)Mami'll holla at a real playboyGot these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)[Verse 2]Ballers check your credentialsYou gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know ourpockets not a presedential***** a rental, ***** a limoRidin luxury, descend through see them porno moviesplayin in my window (Oh boy!)Chokin pillows, a white spliff though indoPuff X, Lou Ferrino tough acts on ArmadilloBust of 'Ville dough, creepin to the jungle the woodsIn the Hillsboro, totin the pistol because we still roll (Oh boy!)Yo Yuk plus L.T equals very roll deepGold teeth, fat belly's like Forty FonzarelliNiggas feel me, so while you twerkinSurfin on the block hurtinI was ???, workin excursions (Oh boy!)Iced up, like whatPlaya hate but ya momma and ya ***** like YukAlways ridin on my nuts cause imma the hardest nigga to spit out the WestMouth full of diamonds, i'll swallow ice shit out baguettes (Oh boy!)[Chorus][Verse 3]Cop a dollar, pop a bottle pop a pillIf you about the dollar bill that'll make ya swallow steelJust because I got a deal, that doesnt mean I'm not for real***** I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my niggas kill for the scrill' (Oh boy!)I smoke like a chimney, drink Remy till its emptyI'm the hottest thing since 20's on Bently'sI'm simply, baller-ific went from roaches on the water ridgesTo smokin ??? up in this (Oh boy!)Now we have the ass for cashPlaystation in the Range, Dreamcast in the JagNavigation in the dash, situation on fastLavish pack platinum package platinum peices to match (Oh boy!)I keep a rolla, make ya tuck in ya goldI'm iced out finger *****in ya hoeGettin sucked in the 'RoveOr catch beef, roll up that ExtasyBroken heavily smokinLive and direct from East Oakland (Oh boy!)[Chorus] X2
