Oh Boy

Lyrics: Justin Smith/Norman Whitfield/Cameron Giles/LaRon James Music: Justin Smith/Norman Whitfield/Cameron Giles/LaRon James Intro (spoken): I feel like hip hop Used to be a voice for the voiceless, you know? And now it＇s become, at least in the mainstream, A symbol of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility. So I figure, If you can＇t beat ＇em, Join ＇em. Hittin＇ the club up VIP I got a fake mustache and a fake ID. I look like Wooly Willy With a really wooly willy. And I bypass the bouncer, Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser. Look at all of Bo＇s hoes Looking for a ride on Bo＇s hose. And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah＇s ego. We go to it, through it, she says, ＂Dios mio mi amigo!＂ Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya. Swallow shit, there's people starving in Africa Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay, Though I swear I＇m straight, I＇d make them fellas say... You＇re an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top, But careful, cherry, ＇cause I＇m the King of Pop. Pop pop pop goes my weasel, Now ya looking like Jackson Pollock＇s easel. My suggestion is: You don＇t blow ＇til you know what congestion is, Swallow when you know what digestion is. Follow Bo, the only question is: Have you been splattered before By the mad-hatter matador? Cake-batter never more It don＇t matter whether you＇re Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian, I＇ll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon. Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay, Though I swear I＇m straight, I＇d make them fellas say Oooh Bo Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo You think that you can handle me? Girl, don＇t make me laugh. I said my junk is bipolar It＇ll split you in half (yea). And if you＇re lucky, I might just bring you home, And I＇ll have you going down Like you＇re growin＇ an extra chromosome. And when you grab me, Don＇t grab me by my buns ＇Cause I got a bad case of the ru-ruunnnns. I got the runs I got the ru-u-u-uuuns Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay, Though I swear I＇m straight, I＇d make them fellas say Oooh Bo (Spoken) I wanna break it down for ya＇ll I came from the streets, with nothin＇ Now I＇m makin＇ hit records For my people still livin＇ in the streets, Still livin＇ in poverty, I wanna tell you I＇m doin＇ this for you. My success is your success. And I know you may be thinkin＇, Hey, if you really believe that, Why don＇t you use some of your money To help rebuild the neighborhood Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski? And to that I say (uh, chorus is comin＇ out): Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay, Though I swear I＇m straight I＇d make them fellas say Ugh Ugh! You gotta fume like a tuna, I＇ll smell ya later. I met a fat chick And ****ed her in an elevator. It was wrong on so many levels. It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels. It was wrong on so many levels (ugh). It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay, Though I swear I＇m straight, I＇d make them fellas say Oooh Bo Single every single Do it every single Pop that single like a Pringle jingle Oooh Bo This song＇s almost completed All this little ditty needed Instrument that＇s double reeded: The oboe (Yea) Oh, Bo Play that oboe music:oh bo----bo burnham