{"id":361,"date":"2012-02-09T19:10:56","date_gmt":"2012-02-09T19:10:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/?page_id=361"},"modified":"2012-02-09T19:12:55","modified_gmt":"2012-02-09T19:12:55","slug":"oooh-boyz-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/oooh-boyz-lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"Oooh Boyz Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Be Quiet<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong>Shhh, Be quiet, Be quiet now<\/span><\/p>\n

I don’t care about your stance, there’s a noise ordinance
\nWhen you ride by my house I don’t want to have to pee in my pants
\nI know you like it loud and you must be very proud
\nBut can you please try and keep it down
\nIn the middle of the night peepin’ and creepin’
\nRattling your trunk while the rest of us are sleepin’
\nSo, for the record I don’t wanna hear that noise
\nThat is, of course, unless you’re maxin’ and pumpin’ Oooh Boyz<\/span><\/p>\n

Check 1, 2 … 1, 2, 1 – stop
\nLil Rod and the Oooh Boyz ridin’ on top
\nWhile you was on the street with you’re music bumpin’
\nWe was at your house with your girlfriend humpin’, thumpin’
\nNo need to fuss, no need to holla
\nI know it’s a shock ’cause you thought you was a baller
\nBut, you can’t be a baller with your trunk rattlin’
\nAnd your music blastin’ and your windows shattrin’
\nIn your pimped out ride – ridin’ through the hood thinkin’ you so fly
\nIt aint happenin’ – naw
\nNot when you’re playin’ all that noise
\nIf you just turn it down you’d be rollin’ like the Oooh Boyz<\/span><\/p>\n


\nGangsta HoDown<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Hi, ya’ll! – When you’re pig’s prettier than your wife…<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s a gangsta hodown – keep it on the lowdown
\nIt’s a gangsta hodown – yo, we likes to throw down
\nIt’s a gangsta hodown – keep it on the low<\/span><\/p>\n

Doh-see-doh that ho, whatcha know
\nYou gots to keep it kickin’ yo with my flow
\nI got a down south southern spectacular
\nRedneckin’ it up with my southern vernacular
\nFixin’ to do this, fixin’ to do that
\nI’ll take a chicken or a pig – yo, it’s tit for tat
\nSuckin’ down a Zima like a real man
\nPullin’ out my gun and gettin’ rowdy as I can
\nI solely affect the murder per capita
\nSo I’d step back if I was ya<\/span><\/p>\n

But I got to be real, I’m a glorified gangsta with a southern appeal<\/span><\/p>\n

So, ring around my rosey, ho
\nI got the biggest belt buckle if ya didn’t know
\nYo, it guards whats down below
\nI’ll lick and switch from toe to toe
\nWatermelon and grits, all my kibbles and bits
\nOooh Boyz are like cashmir, yo, we tight knit
\nSo, yee-haw on my see-saw
\nI just want to know who shot my paw
\nWe’re southern gangstas that don’t care about the law
\nLike John Deere we’re rough and raw<\/span><\/p>\n

But I got to be real, I’m a glorified gangsta with a southern appeal<\/span><\/p>\n


\nHolster Hunnies<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

SneakyD up in this mug and I gots to thug
\nSneakin’ out on everybody as I cut some rug
\nThat’s right you heard me, you aint sportin’ earplugs
\nOne more life wasted, you’re graves already dug
\nTry to face me and I’ll pull out my steel, which I named Lucille
\nScrew the blues, babygirl, ’cause this is for real – that’s right
\nCan you dig it, can you dig it
\nIt’s one more night in one more city
\nI’m gonna squeeze your mass, I’m gonna pull your triggy
\nStraight in the face of imminent doom
\nI’m gonna feed you your pride with a silver spoon<\/span><\/p>\n

I get a Mac steppin’ up to me
\nI’ll pistolwhip his lip with my HolsterHunny
\nIn my grip, don’t slip, watch ya tongue
\nYou don’t wanna trip, son, you’re still young<\/span><\/p>\n

Aw yeah watch what you say or the HolsterHunnies come out to play<\/span><\/p>\n

Lyrically, I’m off the heezy, but the girls still think I’m sleezy
\nMy HolsterHunny will make you queezy
\nDon’t be frontin’ or I’ll pass you over to SneakyDeezy
\nMy Smith & Wesson don’t ask no questions
\nPrayers are curses and bullets are blessin’s
\nBilly Jean’s not my lover, but she’s always there with me undercover
\nYa’ll won’t have a chance to see another
\nWhen she busts a cap for this OB brother, aint no other<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m tall, I’m imposin’, all I’m trying to do is keep them hoes in
\nLine after line, checkin’ all they behinds
\nGotta keep ’em fresh ’cause they servin’ the front lines<\/span><\/p>\n


\nHot Ass Mess<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Hot Ass Mess, God bless, you a Hot Ass Mess, girl<\/span><\/p>\n

But, when I’m feelin’ kinda lonely and I’m startin’ to get boney
\nGive you a call on your phoney, no balogna
\nI take you to Shoney’s
\nForget them fancy restaurants
\n‘Cause a Big Mac combo is what ya want
\nYou a Hot Ass Mess, girl
\nAnd you know it and you aint afraid to show it<\/span><\/p>\n

Blush, mascara, lip stick, you scara me
\nWith your Hot Ass Mess<\/span><\/p>\n

Girl, you a double-bagger but I got to have ya
\nI like a rough and raw female with a budy full of junk mail
\nPaint on ya toenails, chipped up like hell
\nI’m buyin’ whatcha sale
\nI like a ho that’s been to jail
\nYou a Hot Ass Mess<\/span><\/p>\n


\nI Hate Love<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I like a girl with short hair
\nAnd a real nice pair
\nI want to caress them
\nBut you kept callin’ me
\nI’d like to call you a stalker
\nWhy can’t ya just leave me alone?
\nNow you callin’ me, textin’ me, with no tonality
\nWe don’t know what ya sayin’ and how ya sayin’ it, girl<\/span><\/p>\n

I Hate Love
\nYou broke my heart, girl
\nI think it’s broken, you still want it?
\nYes, I do<\/span><\/p>\n

Girl, I knew from the first time I metcha
\nThat I’d betcha you’d be my one and always
\nI wanna fly you ’round the world
\nAnd show you other women and girls that I don’t want
\nGirl, I want to place you on a pedestal
\nBut you can be so cruel
\nYou make me feel the fool for lovin’ you
\nBut I keep comin’ back to you, it feels like voodoo<\/span><\/p>\n

I Hate Love
\nYes, I do
\nBroke my heart in two
\nGirl, I got gangrene of the heart
\nYes, we do<\/span><\/p>\n


\nIt Aint Mine Girl<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Aw yeah the congregation must rise!<\/span><\/p>\n

It Aint Mine Girl
\nBut it’s got your nose
\nWas I just another ho?
\nYou said we’d take it slow
\nIt Aint Mine Girl and now ya know<\/span><\/p>\n

Unfortunately, my infidelity has ended up most indelibly
\nYou’ve gotten big and round and to me the sound
\nOf your voice has become an attribute that drags you down
\nYou used to be attractive, but now I think you slackin’
\n‘Cause you carryin’ around the world’s largest hacky-sack
\nIn front of everyone and I think that’s whack, girl, and then some
\nI don’t appreciate you cuttin’ me no slack, and givin’ me flack
\nI think you need to step back<\/span><\/p>\n

It Aint Mine Girl
\nYou said you’d always be here
\nI’ve cried so many tears
\nI had one too many beers
\nIt Aint Mine Girl and now ya know<\/span><\/p>\n

Babydoll, you look cutes
\nFrom your head to your boots
\nI had just wanted to squeeze your juicy fruits
\nYou we’re supposed to be my LoveBitch
\nNow you makin’ a switch
\nYour filopian tubes, yeah, they’re startin’ to twitch
\nAs your tummy starts to swell, I can tell
\nThat in nine months you won’t be doin’ too well
\nBut, I digress, and yet I must stress
\nThat your thighs, babygirl, aren’t lookin’ their best
\nSo, don’t try to holla at me with your pregnancy
\nI moved on, girl, ’cause our love was in its infancy<\/span><\/p>\n

It Aint Mine Girl
\nWe moved way too fast
\nI knew it wouldn’t last
\nBut the DNAs a match
\nIt Aint Mine Girl and now ya know<\/span><\/p>\n


\nLoveBitch<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Girl, everytime I see you on the dance floor, shakin’ yo booty
\nI want some mo’, wanna take you home
\nI won’t give you my address but my cell phone
\nEverytime you wanna hook up give me a call
\nGetcha down on tha lick, lick, lick – just ring ’em on his celly
\nAll I wanna do from the time I met choo was take you down
\nDown to Love Town and my crotch
\nIt’s a long way – nipple<\/span><\/p>\n

Girl, all today I was thinkin’ ’bout you
\nAnd what to say to you tonight – ooh, baby
\nAll I wanna do is slip a Quaalude in your drink and do it right
\nWe talkin’ date rape
\nIf I had a watch I’d tell you the time
\nBut I don’t I just want to rub your lips
\nGotta pretty mouth – slip a Quaalude in your drink
\nI like a bitch that’s unconscious<\/span><\/p>\n


\nPimpsicle<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Hardcore street gangsta<\/span><\/p>\n

Pimpsicle, cool as a Pimpsicle<\/span><\/p>\n

I scream, you scream, girl you know that you dream
\n‘Bout that pimpsicle, tickle your soul, I’m on a roll
\nLet’s take a trip down your rabbit whole
\nLike Alice in Wonderland, me and this gangsta band
\nGone take you on a trip, so slip and slide
\nAnd get ready to see my chill pimp, player side
\nIce down your nips and grease your lips
\nPrepare for my pimpsicle
\nSo chill, girl, you know you my world
\nBut don’t front bitch, ’cause I will cut a bitch,
\nSo, watch your mouth bitch
\n‘Cause I’m cool as a Pimpsicle before it gets licked<\/span><\/p>\n

Even if I kill somebody
\nPimpsicle, cool as a Pimpsicle
\nEven if I steal somethin’
\nPimpsicle, cool as a Pimpsicle<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m walkin’ down my block and you know I don’t stop
\nFor anybody anything ’cause I got me a glock
\nI got Tech-9s, feel fine, nestled all the time against my behind
\nAnd there’s others that you might find
\nLike my shotgun, for fun, pump pump, gun gun
\nI got you in my sites, give me somthin’ to snipe
\nSo I aint gotta use my pipes
\n‘Cause they deadly in this state of paranoia
\nYou won’t catch me trippin’ or slippin’ or flippin’
\n‘Cause I’m too busy Bicardi Breezin’ pimpin
\nThat’s why I’m limpin’
\n‘Cause all these guns tend to crimp my styles
\nAnd all the while I’m cool as a Pimpsicle<\/span><\/p>\n


\nPump U Like A Reebok<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Mmm, girl, it’s a shame you havin’ a pity party<\/span><\/p>\n

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump you like a Reebok<\/span><\/p>\n

I need a girl with a week mentality
\nOne who don’t mind a little brutality
\nI’m drunk, I’m ruthless, I like ’em toothless
\nGirl, put on your sexual socks
\nI’ll excite you like pop rocks
\nI’m made for your mouth, so go down south for the flava<\/span><\/p>\n

Here we go
\nPump, pump, pump, pump, pump you like a Reebok<\/span><\/p>\n

1 -10, said I couldn’t do it again
\nBut, girl, you know I lied
\nI was on the flip side
\nAnd this is NTB ’til the day that I die
\nIn the back of my Coup DeVille
\nIt’s broken down but it’s still kill
\nGirl, it’s in the yard on 2x4s
\nBut that’s ok ’cause they want some mo’
\nDidn’t pas highschool but that’s ok
\n‘Cause the NTB’s sucka here to stay<\/span><\/p>\n

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump you like a Reebok
\nIt’s a snug fit<\/span><\/p>\n


\nSneakyDevious<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

SneakyDevious is out on the town
\nSneakyDevious he likes to get around<\/span><\/p>\n

SneakyDevious, mischievous, that’s how you gotta be if you wanna run with us
\nSayin’ one thing, and doing another
\nTakin’ candy from a baby, and lyin’ to ya mother
\nMakin’ long distance calls from your best friend’s house
\nHis girl walks in, you lookin’ down her blouse
\n“Hey, girl” – Your boyfriend’s a no show?
\nHow ’bout you and me, he aint gotta know
\nThat’s just how it goes, smooth like my flow
\nEvery event an opportunity to angle
\nBorn in USA, branded star-spangled
\nAlways got something up my sleeve
\nYo, it pays to be sneaky
\nYou can trust me to be SneakyD<\/span><\/p>\n

SneakyD is just like a theif in the night
\nYou don’t hear them comin’ until they’re outta sight
\nThey come across as virginal angels
\nBut all they want to do is connive and mangle
\nYour heart, your mind, your body and soul
\nYo, they too hot to handle, too cold to hold
\nSneakyD is undermining, double-timing
\nYou’ll be whining, yo, ’cause they’ll be lying
\nTo you, your friends, and your family, it’s insanity
\nOh, the calamity
\nScratch their back but they won’t scratch yours
\nThey do dealings under tables and behind closed doors
\nS-N-E-A-K-Y to the Devious, yeah, believe us<\/span><\/p>\n


\nSweatin’ Yo Luv<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

We once shared a low carbohydrate powerbar
\nBut now you left me with an emotional scar
\nDrippy, drip, raindrop, drizzle
\nGirl, those aint tears that’s yo’ sweat for shizzle<\/span><\/p>\n

Our sweatbands are interlocked in a union of soul
\nI wasn’t gone say nothin’, girl, but I gotta be bold
\nYour calves, your gluts, your mammory glands
\nI just wanna caress you with my perspiring hands<\/span><\/p>\n


\nWigga Please<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

From day one I wanted to be black
\nThey thought I was no good, they thought I was a hack
\nA lotta people, lotta times, said some hurtful things
\nI’m gonna make ’em take it back and then scream
\nAt the top of my lungs, I know I’m white yo
\nBut, I’m takin’ the plunge into fortified territory
\n‘Cause black seems more fun
\nGotta blend in, earn my homies respect
\nGotta, gotta, gotta constantly
\nKeep my cracker vernacular in check, ya see
\n‘Cause if I don’t they gonna notice me
\nThey gonna notice that I’m white and pastey as can be
\nI been workin’ on my walk, workin’ on my talk
\nGrabbin’ at my crotch, limpin’ around and spittin’ on the sidewalk
\nBut most of all I’ve been walkin’ tall – hey, hey
\nI’m gonna infiltrate the urban underground
\nI’m gonna set ’em up and then I’ll knock ’em down
\nThey gonna be so impressed with me
\nThat they gonna forget and overlook the irony
\nI might be white to the naked eye but I’m gonna be black to the day I die<\/span><\/p>\n

Wigga Please
\nI don’t think you understand I wanna be black more than anything
\nWigga Please
\nI don’t think you understand I’m gonna act black ’cause I don’t give a damn<\/span><\/p>\n

Aw yeah, don’t know why you tryin’ to trip
\nYou from the suburbs, son, you aint no crip
\nI’ll tell ya right, I’m straight up white
\nBut I grew up in the hood every day and every night<\/span><\/p>\n

Yo, MCYT, don’t know why you tryin’ to front on me
\nYou jus’ bein’ a punk on me
\nWe on the same team ’cause we like the bling-bling
\nWhy don’t you step to my gat, kiss the barrel, lick it clean<\/span><\/p>\n

You my wegro or what?<\/span><\/p>\n

Figure, figure, all for the white man none for the wigger
\nI’m half black so you know I’m half bigger
\nBoth ya’lls better step back or I gotta squeeze my trigger<\/span><\/p>\n

Yeah, so anyway I bump through my hood
\nMY HOOD!
\nYeah, yo hood whatever
\nAnyway, I come bumpin’ through you hood
\nBlastin’ my beats like a Pimpsicle should
\nIf I cross the street to get into a brawl
\nI slow down to bring traffic to a crawl<\/span><\/p>\n

Ah damn, you think I can’t see?
\nDon’t know why you frontin’ like you my homey<\/span><\/p>\n

Don’t hate the wigger, yo, just hate the game
\nJust let it ride homey if it’s all the same<\/span><\/p>\n

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L Y R I C S Be Quiet Shhh, Be quiet, Be quiet now I don’t care about your stance, there’s a noise ordinance When you ride by my house I don’t want to have to pee in my pants I know you like it loud and you must be very proud But can you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-361","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P2f9C8-5P","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/361","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=361"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/361\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":365,"href":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/361\/revisions\/365"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sequentialpictures.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=361"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}