Boo Boo'n-Devin the Dude

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 Fat sweet in my mouth 24 ounce can Fat sweet in my mouth 24 ounce can 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 w**d 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 b**ches 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 Don't know nothin bout the South tryin To find someone to hang wit Don't know nothin bout the South tryin To find someone to hang wit Man when you finish flowin Or whatever the f**k 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 b**ches 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 p**sy lips lips grin And there's always one in the crowd Talkin loud found out I f**ked her cousin Now she runnin her mouth leavin Notes on my windshield I'm a b**ch I'm a hoe Early in the mornin b**ches Knockin at my mamas door Mama please when you finish Early in the mornin b**ches Early in the mornin b**ches Early in the mornin b**ches 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 w**d and they least got 2 whole pounds Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool Let's f**k his wife and take His w**d and bust on that fool We can all come up what ever we get we split Aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen sh*t 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 ni**a work for HBD been Sellin w**d 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