Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Yukmouth - Oh boy ------------------------------------------ [Verse 1] Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweiler Spit flame I cock 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!) Nigga, bandana'ed up and tatted out Bling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted out Lavish out (Oooh!) drop tunes, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh) Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!) If you aint got 2 or 3 TV's and DVD's dont even ride your shit If you aint sittin on 20's, go and buy some shit When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your bitch (Oh boy!) When your under arrest cause ??? all over ??? And under her dress, she run to her ex Puttin hickeys all over her neck She bought me a Lex Playboy, its all on a bitch (Oh boy!) [Chorus] When you see me and my niggas come ??? Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!) I just flipped the new big body Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!) So much money and iced up in this ??? boy Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!) Mami'll holla at a real playboy Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!) [Verse 2] Ballers check your credentials You gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know our pockets not a presedential Fuck a rental, fuck 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 Niggas feel me, so while you twerkin Surfin on the block hurtin I was ???, workin excursions (Oh boy!) Iced up, like what Playa hate but ya momma and ya bitch like Yuk Always ridin on my nuts cause imma the hardest nigga to spit out the West Mouth full of diamonds, i'll swallow ice shit 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 doesnt mean I'm not for real Bitch I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my niggas 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 ass 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 fuckin 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