Boy Lyrics - Big Gipp

[Chorus] 

Boy [Repeat: x4] 

[Nelly] 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh 

So you the kang boy 

How could this be boy 

You gotta be blind to sell more records than me boy 

I can't complain boy 

Don't say my name boy 

I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain boy 

I'm bout' to jet boy 

Straight flex boy 

I'm about to round princess cut and baguette boy 

Don't disrespect boy 

I'll break your neck boy 

I got niggas that sherm it up and get wet boy 

We driving vets and Bentley coupes boy 

I ain't lying check my garage, I tell the truth boy 

I do it big boy 

You do it small boy 

I do some shit that you can't even do at all boy 

Platinum tooth boy 

Make it two boy 

Come to the crib you can bowl, swim, or hoop boy 

Big rule boy 

What are you doing in me yard 

You can run two miles and you still in my yard 

[Chorus] 

[Big Gipp] 

Quarter Quarters Nickels Dollars Dimes every time boy 

Butterfly my 84', fly first class boy 

Dipping through the hood candy coated paint boy 

Triple zero dope sacks no tax boy 

You walk fast, well I slow-poke boy 

You grip the leather, well I grip oak boy 

I keep a crease in my Dickies when I corner hang 

I love to sip champagne, funny ass names 

Ladies love to see me Gucci or many of poochie 

Love to see me in the gazelles to King Louis' 

Shingles hanging from the end of my pants boy 

They love to see me do the old man dance boy 

I smoke plenty grass boy 

I'm touching on the ass boy 

Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy 

I'm from the South boy 

That's how it go boy 

We like to see em' drop it down 

And touch they toes boy 

[Chorus] 

Lil Flipper 

[Lil' Flip] 

I flip tracks boy 

Like crack boy 

I got that 62 inch Maybach boy 

Two tone boy 

Lets get it on boy 

My money long boy 

Now we smoking zones boy 

Come take a hit boy 

We got the shit boy 

My big clover cost the price of ten bricks boy 

I'm from the South boy 

Don't run your mouth boy 

Cause I'll have Al Capone at your house boy 

Pull up in my drop top, you like boy 

To you it's a Bentley, to me it's a toy 

I'm like a pimp boy 

I ride spinners boy 

I'm hopping out with 3000 dollar tennis boy 

Come take a look at me 

I'm off the chain boy 

The game over, bitch, you know my name boy 

I'm Lil Flip boy 

A Clover G boy 

You better free Will Lean and Pimp see boy 

[Chorus: Repeats]