on 'em You might catch me on the Interstate acting bad Hoes hollin' there he go, who? boosie bad ass And these fools know I keep that thang There go
back to the telly with me Shake her jelly with me Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating We
titties pockets to the nitty gritty dress like you trickin and yo pussy all itchin shakin yo lil booty as if you was independent ole shisty ass bitch ole triflin ass bitch [Lil Boosie
cha, cuz if you come half steppin lil savage gon deal wit cha, my big and my lil nigga, my anxious to kill niggaz, all of them savage niggaz and all
Real And Leave Me Stankin I Know Dis Nigga Will And He Did Caught Me Slippin By Da Ferris Wheel And Let Me Have It Right Dere My Ol' Lady And My Son
world-wide struggle Or the one about my mother (Child so bad) I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali With the Bloods and Crips See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie
leads to brokeness and brokeness lead to hopeless. And don't thank me nigga, I know its you and your animosity. Chorus. What kinda nigga call my mom and
She might go back to the telly with me Shake her jelly with me Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain
in my mouth plus Im on g-street the hardest rollin block in the south and now Im poppin it off and stackin green got my first thousand dollars and I ain't even 17 and
[Lil Boosie: Talkin] Boosie bad ass(bad ass) U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(bitch ass nigga) [Verse 1: Lil Boosie] U ain't bout that murda murda
[Verse 1: Lil Webbie] The girl be cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cooking She be constantly douching and cleaning her pussy And when she step on the scene everybody be looking And
This one here for them baby mommas who make baby daddies don't even want no baby daddy Feel this nigga. Lil Boosie. Check dis out [Verse] Baby momma
buy Trill shit Then you buy that real shit! And the D.A. and the judge gone get it If they don't free Pimp C, bitch! And when I drop shit, it's hot shit
Tommy'd down, sometime she Polo Sometime she wear them throwback dresses She ain't even four, though And if you paralyzed don't feel played Do it big like no legs and
Intro:] [Boosie in the background] Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, I swerve Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve [Webbie
the type to eat And I aint the type to beg Now I drank like a horse And I smoke plenty blunts But I aint the type to snort And poke my arm up And like
A New Dude... Dont You Go And Faget A Thing Dat Ii Told U... Like U Da One... And Only Thing Dat Cum B4 U... And I Aint Ben Runnin No Gamez Datz Da Whole
hatin leads to brokeness and brokeness lead to hopeless. And don't thank me nigga, I know its you and your animosity. Chorus. What kinda nigga call my mom and
