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Boss Hog Barbarians (The) - "Bo$$ Hoggin"
Lyrics to Bo$$ Hoggin : [C.T.:] I said the bitch had a wild toenail nigga [Zone:] Bitch pulled up in a Trans-Am tellin me to get in though [C.T.:] Freal, heh [Zone:] Bitch my dick is too big for that, so I rode shotgun [Zone:] I hung my balls out the window [C.T.:] Uh-huh [Zone:] Dick out the sunroof [C.T.:] Yeah' [Zone:] Gettin head from a hoe with one tooth, no bitin allowed [C.T.:] YEAH~! [Zone:] Yo Celph stop shapin up your hairline man [Zone:] Get in the fuckin booth already [C.T.:] We Bo$$ Hoggin motherfuckers! [Celph Titled:] Yo, I need a bitch that like to fuck wearin combat boots Never palm the gun loose, Im holdin it tight when I shoot And Im responsible, for every nigga dead in your crew Fuck a 40 ounce, youll be dumpin out whole kegs of brew A couple eggs is loose, puttin my head in a noose See me in hell with a long tail and a red suit These feds recruit soldiers to crib my raps You better get back, Im leavin liquid spillin out your six-pack Never pay for pussy, never shop at the Gap And I even get the cock with a slap, or shot with a gat Call me a genius, with anti-personnel landmines M-18s, block chargers and sheet explosive expertise Fuckin a 40-year-old mom that got fo kids You put your album up on eBay and got no bids Even when I sleepwalk its drama I get into Wakin up with a fuckin O.J. glove and a sharp ginsu Take a broad to Long John Silvers rockin Versace bibs One leg up, put her in the crane like Karate Kid DJs treat your vinyl like wax on, wax off I want a hoe to splack on when I whack off Gats with numbers scratched off Crimes cant count if they cant read em jackoff Bust a cap off, thatll blow your cap off Faggots needs protection, hope they pass the right amendment Cause your crews known to handle more nuts than a flight attendant [Chorus: Boss Hog Barbarians] We dont believe in holidays Dont pay for dates Hell no we dont dance Or put on a pair of skates Dont open doors for sluts We count paper Rob hip-hop and come back for more later Hoes say Im triflin Niggaz say Im trouble Lay pipe to your wife And give her a milk muzzle Nuts all over yo chin and shit "Nobody can be this ignorant!" [J-Zone:] I aint no animal lover, but Im a dog for real I make a coat out of your parakeet And put your fish on my Foreman Grill, test my cologne on your cat Peter hates me, Im the Tom Jones of rap Overseas they ask when Im gon tour Id love to but airplanes cant rise with my dick on board And I dont care for fruit but Ill spend ten dollars on a date before I spend ten dollars on a date, GET REAL The chance of hoes hoggin my wealth Is lookin slim as Ally McBeal starvin herself You the type to let her boss you, spendin all your paper You take orders from a Bird, like an Indiana Pacer My manners is like your wifes ass (non-existant) And when I ask your sister for a date its no different Ill be like - bitch, come over, let me smear your makeup And kick you out my house before my grandmomma wake up My basslines are sharper than Celph Titleds shaver (Buy me somethin from the bar) Get the fuck outta my face slut! Dont you realize that, everyday I wake And I pump Too $hort til I pop the fuckin tape (beotch!) Yep I lack etiquette, hoe get a job But if you diabetic deez nuts is low carb Best producer on the mic I said it Im "Ego Trippin" on the +Next Plateau+ Like an Ultramagnetic record [Chorus] [Zone:] [belching] Yeah! [C.T.:] Aint it right though' [Zone:] Puttin these Aloe & Lanolin [Zone:] Soul Train scramble board ass niggaz [Zone:] And ratchetmouth, Edith Bunker-ass bitches [Zone:] Pimporarily, out of service, hoe! [C.T.:] Yeah, but check this out though [C.T.:] Either you pimpin and gangsta, or you gangsta and pimpin [C.T.:] Which came first, the chicken & the egg or the egg & the chicken [C.T.:] It dont matter though either or, we gettin that yaper [C.T.:] 2005, faggot-ass muhfuckers [scratched to end:] "Really, nobody can be this ignorant!" [ Bo$$ Hoggin Lyrics ]
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