Boo Boo’n Lyrics

Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand
Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can
Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say
Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ
My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill
Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if you will
I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host
Ain't nobody got no more weed its time to smoke
Keep that beat rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own
You know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone
But theres always one in the crowd rappin loud
All in the niggas mouth for all them bitches and cowards

With the East coast flow West coast body language
Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit

Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin
Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n

Had to get away needed some time to chill
So thought of 59 and got behind the wheel
Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while
Takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles
I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it
Just like a case of beer piece of cotton, run right through it
And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggas don't give 'em dick like I do
I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in
With my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin
And there's always one in the crowd
Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin
Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield
I'm a bitch I'm a ho
Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door
Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin
Who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n
I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county
He said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me
He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty
Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?"
It's a house down the street about two doors down
They sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds
Man all we gots to do is hit this fry and we cool
Let's fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool
We can all come up what ever we get we split
Ain't nobody sayin nothin ain't nobody seen shit
So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac
He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack
Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is
That nigga work for HPD been sellin weed round here for years

So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin
Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n

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Devin explains how he gets out of sticky situations with casual excuses. Specifically, that he’s using the toilet.

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Recorded At
Hippie House Studios (Houston)
Release Date
March 3, 1998
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