Oh Boy! Lyrics - 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!) tycoon, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh) 

Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!) 

If you ain't got 2 or 3 TV's and DVD's don't even ride your shit 

If you ain't 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 her breasts 

And under her dress, she run to her ex 

Puttin hickeys all on her neck 

She bought me a Lex 

Playboy, its all on a bitch (Oh boy!) 

[Chorus] 

When you see me and my niggas come boy 

Got these playa hatas annoyed(Oh boy!) 

I just flipped the new big body toy 

Got these playa hatas annoyed (Oh boy!) 

So much money and iced up in this gator boy 

Got these playa hatas annoyed(Oh boy!) 

Pop your collar like a real playboy 

Got these playa hatas annoyed (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 smell me, so while you twerkin 

Surfin on the block hurtin 

I went huntin',workin excursions (Oh boy!) 

Iced up, like what 

Playa hate but ya momma and ya bitch like Yuk 

Always ridin on my nuts cause I'm 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 doesn't 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