Screw-E-Boo-Boo

Lyrics

All praises due to the Nation of Thizzlam [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Al Boo Boo, shittin', pootin', fartin' Doper than dope that Whitney be snortin' P.I., V.I., very important I'm Mighty Morphin, shakin' law enforcement Scorchin', torchin', countin' my fortune Foxy Naut shirt work straight from Nordstrom Like Ken Norton, I'll punch your lights out And Dre gon' rap until they turn the lights out And since I do it, like Timothy blew it Feds try to take me down like Martha Stewart I'm knocking Jewish, Chinese and Black bitches And if they breaded, I even goose fat bitches I slap bitches, with my left hand 'Cause they goin' to sleep if I use my best hand Fuck a best man, I ain't gettin' married I'm a pimp 'til the day my coffin's carried And I'm buried, cutthoat, you know me I don't call the cops, people call them on me I'm on E and all kinds of shit Drunk at Crump's house bustin' rhymes and shit [Verse 2: Black Jesus] Yo Pill man in the black carpenter Here we go I'm in the place, no Thizz face Off a shot of the Remy and a purple kush eighth No dates or gettin' on base Sell a whale some water to steal home plates So slick, I'm watchin' your bitch She's watchin' my shirt 'cause it's Gucci on the stitch I love to get stewie for a bitch And outside, it's revolutions on the Benz So they mans hating, but they don't stress or sweat 'Cause they know we pack techs to leave they ass sedated Thizzlamic, Jesus and Bin Laden Feds watchin' so we talk in pig Latin On Metros or hoes in stillettos Rock stars but we still keep it ghetto From the whips to stayin' dipped and that bold [Mac Dre] Uh uh uh uh I ain't on thizz tonight (I ain't on thizz tonight) I'm on yo' bitch tonight (I'm on yo' bitch tonight) Man, shes tryna leave with me (Man, she's leavin' with me) [Verse 3: Mac Dre] Me and Black Jesus mobbin' with it Beat the track up like we got a problem with it She slob and hit it, the dick like a blunt I'll admit it, the bitch ain't no punk I'm hella drunk, Thizzle got me hella pumped Fuckin' with a bitch that I ain't fucked in hella months Somebody better tell them punks, I ain't for it Say the wrong thing, mayne, you're paying for it I can't enjoy it, every time I'm out, y'all Like three strikes, gotta put niggas out, y'all About y'all chicks with no cash I'd rather have one with some and no ass I ain't on thizz tonight (I ain't on thizz tonight) I'm on yo' bitch tonight (I'm on yo' bitch tonight) Man, shes tryna leave with me (Man, she's leavin' with me)