Mac Dre - Screw-E-Boo-Boo lyrics

All praises due to the Nation of Thizzlam [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Al Boo Boo, sh**tin', pootin', fartin' Doper than dope that Whitney be snortin' P.I., V.I., very important I'm Mighty Morphin, shakin' law enforcement Scorchin', torchin', countin' my fortune Foxy Naut shirt work straight from Nordstrom Like Ken Norton, I'll punch your lights out And Dre gon' rap until they turn the lights out And since I do it, like Timothy blew it Feds try to take me down like Martha Stewart I'm knocking Jewish, Chinese and Black b**hes And if they breaded, I even goose fat b**hes I slap b**hes, with my left hand 'Cause they goin' to sleep if I use my best hand f** a best man, I ain't gettin' married I'm a pimp 'til the day my coffin's carried And I'm buried, cutthoat, you know me I don't call the cops, people call them on me I'm on E and all kinds of sh** Drunk at Crump's house bustin' rhymes and sh** [Verse 2: Black Jesus] Yo Pill man in the black carpenter Here we go I'm in the place, no Thizz face Off a shot of the Remy and a purple kush eighth No dates or gettin' on base Sell a whale some water to steal home plates So slick, I'm watchin' your b**h She's watchin' my shirt 'cause it's Gucci on the stitch I love to get stewie for a b**h And outside, it's revolutions on the Benz So they mans hating, but they don't stress or sweat 'Cause they know we pack techs to leave they a** sedated Thizzlamic, Jesus and Bin Laden Feds watchin' so we talk in pig Latin On Metros or hoes in stillettos Rock stars but we still keep it ghetto From the whips to stayin' dipped and that bold [Mac Dre] Uh uh uh uh I ain't on thizz tonight (I ain't on thizz tonight) I'm on yo' b**h tonight (I'm on yo' b**h tonight) Man, shes tryna leave with me (Man, she's leavin' with me) [Verse 3: Mac Dre] Me and Black Jesus mobbin' with it Beat the track up like we got a problem with it She slob and hit it, the dick like a blunt I'll admit it, the b**h ain't no punk I'm hella drunk, Thizzle got me hella pumped f**in' with a b**h that I ain't f**ed in hella months Somebody better tell them punks, I ain't for it Say the wrong thing, mayne, you're paying for it I can't enjoy it, every time I'm out, y'all Like three strikes, gotta put n***as out, y'all About y'all chicks with no cash I'd rather have one with some and no a** I ain't on thizz tonight (I ain't on thizz tonight) I'm on yo' b**h tonight (I'm on yo' b**h tonight) Man, shes tryna leave with me (Man, she's leavin' with me)