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    "Oh Boy" Lyrics


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    [Verse 1]
    Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweiler
    Spit flame I cock lava, became the bass baller
    Sip 'pagne in the drop troller
    Give game to shot callers
    Who bring the spot prouder
    Campaigne, off course they gonna holler (Oh boy!)
    Nigga, bandana'ed up and tatted out
    Bling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted out
    Lavish 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 shit
    If you aint sittin on 20's, go and buy some shit
    When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your bitch (Oh boy!)
    When your under arrest cause ??? all over ???
    And under her dress, she run to her ex
    Puttin hickeys all over her neck
    She bought me a Lex
    Playboy, its all on a bitch (Oh boy!)

    When you see me and my niggas come ???
    Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
    I just flipped the new big body
    Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
    So much money and iced up in this ??? boy
    Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
    Mami'll holla at a real playboy
    Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)

    [Verse 2]
    Ballers check your credentials
    You gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know our
    pockets not a presedential
    Fuck a rental, fuck a limo
    Ridin luxury, descend through see them porno movies
    playin in my window (Oh boy!)
    Chokin pillows, a white spliff though indo
    Puff X, Lou Ferrino tough acts on Armadillo
    Bust of 'Ville dough, creepin to the jungle the woods
    In the Hillsboro, totin the pistol because we still roll (Oh boy!)
    Yo Yuk plus L.T equals very roll deep
    Gold teeth, fat belly's like Forty Fonzarelli
    Niggas feel me, so while you twerkin
    Surfin on the block hurtin
    I was ???, workin excursions (Oh boy!)
    Iced up, like what
    Playa hate but ya momma and ya bitch like Yuk
    Always ridin on my nuts cause imma the hardest nigga to spit out the West
    Mouth full of diamonds, i'll swallow ice shit out baguettes (Oh boy!)


    [Verse 3]
    Cop a dollar, pop a bottle pop a pill
    If you about the dollar bill that'll make ya swallow steel
    Just because I got a deal, that doesnt mean I'm not for real
    Bitch I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my niggas kill for the scrill' (Oh boy!)
    I smoke like a chimney, drink Remy till its empty
    I'm the hottest thing since 20's on Bently's
    I'm simply, baller-ific went from roaches on the water ridges
    To smokin ??? up in this (Oh boy!)
    Now we have the ass for cash
    Playstation in the Range, Dreamcast in the Jag
    Navigation in the dash, situation on fast
    Lavish pack platinum package platinum peices to match (Oh boy!)
    I keep a rolla, make ya tuck in ya gold
    I'm iced out finger fuckin ya hoe
    Gettin sucked in the 'Rove
    Or catch beef, roll up that Extasy
    Broken heavily smokin
    Live and direct from East Oakland (Oh boy!)

    [Chorus] X2
    This song was submitted on March 2nd, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Jerald Willis, Lenton Tereill Hutton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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