"Boo Boo'n" lyrics

Walk up in the session with my dick in my hand
Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can
Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say
Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ
My eyes are tight and shining 'cause I'm smoking 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 oh well I guess that I'm the host
Ain't nobody got no more weed it's time to smoke
Keep that beat rolling, you see everybody's holding they own
You know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone
But there's always one in the crowd rapping loud
All in the niggas mouth for all them bitches and cowards
With the East coast flow West coast body language
Don't know nothing 'bout the South trying to find someone to hang with
Man when you finish flowing, or whatever the fuck you doing
Holler at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n

Had to get away needed some time to chill
So thought of 59 and got behind the wheel
Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be driving a while
Taking 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles
I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it
Just like a case of beer piece of cotton, run right through it
And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me
Niggas don't give 'em dick like I do
I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in
With my French tickler making they pussy lips lips grin
And there's always one in the crowd
Talking loud found out I fucked her cousin
Now she running her mouth leaving notes on my windshield
I'm a bitch I'm a ho
Early in the morning bitches knocking at my mamas door
Mama please when you finish whatever that you doing
Who ever that is tell 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 niggas with him full of drink and looking sweaty
Cocking gats back talking '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 2 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 what ever we get we split
Ain't nobody saying nothing ain't nobody seen shit
So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac
He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack
Man you must be smoking crack you don't know who that is
That nigga work for HPD been selling weed 'round here for years
So whenever you finish plotting, scheming whatever you doing
Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n