The Bo$$ Hog Barbarians - Bo$$ Hoggin' lyrics

[C.T.] I said the b**h had a wild toenail n***a [Zone] b**h pulled up in a Trans-Am tellin me to get in though [C.T.] F'real, heh [Zone] b**h my dick is too big for that, so I rode shotgun [Zone] I hung my balls out the window [C.T.] Uh-huh [Zone] Dick out the sunroof [C.T.] Yeah? [Zone] Gettin head from a hoe with one tooth, no bitin allowed [C.T.] YEAH~! [Zone] Yo Celph stop shapin up your hairline man [Zone] Get in the f**in booth already [C.T.] We Bo$$ Hoggin' motherf**ers! [Celph Titled] Yo, I need a b**h that like to f** wearin combat boots Never palm the gun loose, I'm holdin it tight when I shoot And I'm responsible, for every n***a dead in your crew f** a 40 ounce, you'll be dumpin out whole kegs of brew A couple eggs is loose, puttin my head in a noose See me in hell with a long tail and a red suit These feds recruit soldiers to crib my raps You better get back, I'm leavin liquid spillin out your six-pack Never pay for p**y, never shop at the Gap And I even get the co*k with a slap, or shot with a gat Call me a genius, with anti-personnel landmines M-18's, block chargers and sheet explosive expertise f**in a 40-year-old mom that got fo' kids You put your album up on eBay and got no bids Even when I sleepwalk it's drama I get into Wakin up with a f**in O.J. glove and a sharp ginsu Take a broad to Long John Silvers rockin Versace bibs One leg up, put her in the crane like Karate Kid DJ's treat your vinyl like wax on, wax off I want a hoe to splack on when I whack off Gats with numbers scratched off Crimes can't count if they can't read 'em jackoff Bust a cap off, that'll blow your cap off f*ggots needs protection, hope they pa** the right amendment Cause your crew's known to handle more nuts than a flight attendant [Chorus: Boss Hog Barbarians] We don't believe in holidays Don't pay for dates Hell no we don't dance Or put on a pair of skates Don't open doors for s*uts We count paper Rob hip-hop and come back for more later Hoes say I'm triflin n***az say I'm trouble Lay pipe to your wife And give her a milk muzzle Nuts all over yo' chin and sh** {"Nobody can be this ignorant!"} [J-Zone] I ain't no animal lover, but I'm a dog for real I make a coat out of your parakeet And put your fish on my Foreman Grill, test my cologne on your cat Peter hates me, I'm the Tom Jones of rap Overseas they ask when I'm gon' tour I'd love to but airplanes can't rise with my dick on board And I don't care for fruit but I'll spend ten dollars on a date before I spend ten dollars on a date, GET REAL The chance of hoes hoggin my wealth Is lookin slim as Ally McBeal starvin herself You the type to let her boss you, spendin all your paper You take orders from a Bird, like an Indiana Pacer My manners is like your wife's a** (non-existant) And when I ask your sister for a date it's no different I'll be like - b**h, come over, let me smear your makeup And kick you out my house before my grandmomma wake up My ba**lines are sharper than Celph Titled's shaver (Buy me somethin from the bar) Get the f** outta my face s*ut! Don't you realize that, everyday I wake And I pump Too $hort 'til I pop the f**in tape (beotch!) Yep I lack etiquette, hoe get a job But if you diabetic deez nuts is low carb Best producer on the mic I said it I'm "Ego Trippin'" on the +Next Plateau+ Like an Ultramagnetic record [Chorus] [Zone] {*belching*} Yeah! [C.T.] Ain't it right though? [Zone] Puttin these Aloe & Lanolin [Zone] Soul Train scramble board a** n***az [Zone] And ratchetmouth, Edith Bunker-a** b**hes [Zone] Pimporarily, out of service, hoe! [C.T.] Yeah, but check this out though [C.T.] Either you pimpin and gangsta, or you gangsta and pimpin [C.T.] Which came first, the chicken & the egg or the egg & the chicken [C.T.] It don't matter though either or, we gettin that yaper [C.T.] 2005, f*ggot-a** muh'f**ers [scratched to end] {*"Really, nobody can be this ignorant!"*}