Yukmouth Oh Boy! Lyrics

Thug Lord: The New Testament Track Listing
  • 1 Old Testament (Intro)
  • 2 Thug Lord
  • 3 Oh Boy!
  • 4 Clap Yo Hands
  • 5 Hi Maintenance
  • 6 Puffin Lah
  • 7 We Gone Ride
  • 8 Thug Money
  • 9 Do It Right
  • 10 World's Most Hated
  • 11 So Ignorant
  • 12 Ooh! Ooh! Donuts!
  • 13 Regime Killers 2001
  • 14 Smile
  • 15 New Testament (Outro)
  • [Verse 1]
    Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweiler
    Spit flame I **** 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!)
    *****, 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 ****
    If you ain't sittin on 20's, go and buy some ****
    When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your ***** (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 ***** (Oh boy!)

    [Chorus]
    When you see me and my *****s 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
    **** a rental, **** 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
    *****s 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 ***** like Yuk
    Always ridin on my nuts cause I'm the hardest ***** to spit out the West
    Mouth full of diamonds, I'll swallow ice **** 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
    ***** I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my *****s 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 *** 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 ****in 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





    Written by: Jerald Willis, Lenton Tereill Hutton
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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