paroles de chanson Oh Boy - Yukmouth
(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!)
(Chorus)
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!)
(Chorus)
(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
1 Old Testament Intro
2 Thug Lord
3 Oh Boy
4 Clap Yo Hands
5 Hi Maintenance
6 Puffin Lah
7 Thug Money
8 Do It Right
9 World's Most Hated
10 So Ignorant
11 Ooh! Ooh!
12 Regime Killers 2001
13 Smile
14 New Testament (Outro)
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