Boo Boo'n

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 u will
 I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host
 aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke
 Keep that B 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 1 in the crowd rappin loud
 all in the niggaz 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 I bought a 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 through one right through it
 And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz 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 hoe
 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 ride 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
 aint nobody sayin nothin aint 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 HBD 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