Gurls Wit Da Boom (Clean)

Lyrics

[Nat Morris] -Go! [Intro: Proof] Yo' collar, pop yo' collar Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar [Chorus x2: 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 [Verse 1: Proof] Party and bull**** the night away Find a little *** for the hideaway Living every second like a holiday The fun don't stop her nowadays Especially since I hooked up with Dr. Dre Now ******* "Lean Back" and they rock away Hella game plus sex, she got the play "BRRING BRRING!" (Can I suck your **** today?) Yes, you may, babe, do lots of things What good is having 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 the fact, I mean the hood won't leave Headed out the door and she pulling on my sleeve Rubbing on my ****, bitch feeling that E [Chorus x2: 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 [Verse 2: Proof] Sipping the Moët Rose mixed with ***** Puffing the loosey, our frames by Gucci She wanna roll with me 'cause I got major dough Tell every *** up in here, "You my favorite tho'!" I know you suck ****, well that's my accusation I'm really wondering if you accepting applications I like them facing forward chicks with the bar bellies I pass them young **** off to Mr. R. Kelly Gimme a bad *****, that can make her *** shake I don't want you nasty, I want you nas-tay My last day on earth I'll be ******* a freak That spending half an hour just ******* my meat (Yeah) She don't even know me, said she love me so She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly *** If you drop-dead gorgeous I won't stand you up Yeah you shake it like Beyoncé but can you ****? [Chorus x2: 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 [Verse 3: Proof] I been doing the Errol Flynn 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 Bathing Apes 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 **** real big, everything's real big I'm rich *****! And these are real diamonds Can't even keep up with the cars that I'm driving Know what you like so I'mma 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 dissing a ***** Ain't tipping a trick 'cause I'mma bone for free All I'm saying right now who going home with me? 'Cause [Chorus x2: 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 [Outro: Proof] Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar [Skit: Nat Morris] 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