Gurls With Da Boom Lyrics - Singles - Proof

[whispered] 

Yo' collar, pop yo' collar 

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar 

[Chorus 2X: Proof] 

We like the girls, the girls that go boom 

I like the girls, the girls that go boom 

That's all I want so fellas make room 

I want the girl, the girl with the boom 

[Proof] 

Party and bullshit the night away 

Find a little hole for the hideaway 

Livin every second like a holiday 

The fun don't stop her nowaday 

Especially since I hooked up with Dr. Dre 

Now bitches "Lean Back" and they rock away 

Hella game plus sex, she got the play 

"BRRING BRRING!" (Can I suck your cock today?) 

Yes you may babe, do lots of things 

What good is havin a head and not no brains? 

She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy" 

Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy 

She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me 

Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won't leave 

Headed out the door and she pullin on my sleeve 

Rubbin on my dick, bitch feelin that E 

[Chorus] 

[Proof] 

Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy 

Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci 

She wanna roll with me cause I got major dough 

Tell every ho up in here, you my favorite though 

I know you suck dick, well that's my accusation 

I'm really wonderin if you acceptin applications 

I like them facin forward chicks with the bar bellies 

I pass them young hoes off to Mr. R. Kelly 

Gimme a bad bitch, that can make her ass shake 

I don't want you nasty, I want you nas-tay 

My last day on earth I'll be fuckin a freak 

That spend a half an hour just suckin my meat (yeahhh) 

She don't even know me, said she love me so 

She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly ho 

If you drop-dead gorgeous I won't stand you up 

Yeah you shake it like Beyonce but can you fuck? 

[Chorus] 

[Proof] 

I been doin the Earl Flynt since about '88 

A lot of people here wanna trade my place 

Got a extra room where your babe can wait 

These ain't Air Force Ones, these are Babe & Ace {?} 

Straight from the (Shop) got the (Candy) sex 

I'm a (Hot Boy) on beats like Mannie Fresh 

Her lips real big, hips real big 

Tits real big, everything's real big 

I'm rich BITCH, and these are real diamonds 

She ain't even keep up with the cars that I'm drivin 

Know what you like so I'ma give it a twist 

You hypnotic baby when you swivel them hips 

I'm the game in the physical so listen to this 

Never catch feelings when I'm dissin a bitch 

Ain't tippin a trick cause I'ma bone for free 

All I'm sayin right now who goin home with me, cause. 

[Chorus] 

[whispered] 

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar 

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar 

[Outro] 

Hey that's gonna wrap it up 

Let's hear it for Big Proof, our special guest today 

Hey, we gonna get up out of here 

Gotta change the name of this town back to where we found it 

We found it at Motown, that's where we gotta leave it! 

Motown, and like we always say 

Sugar is sugar, salt is salt 

If you didn't get off today, it's not our fault