Gurls With Da Boom Lyrics

Gurls With Da Boom lyrics

[whispered]

Yo' collar, pop yo' collar

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar



[Chorus 2X: Proof]

We like the girls, the girls that go boom

I like the girls, the girls that go boom

That's all I want so fellas make room

I want the girl, the girl with the boom



[Proof]

Party and bullshit the night away

Find a little hole for the hideaway

Livin every second like a holiday

The fun don't stop her nowaday

Especially since I hooked up with Dr. Dre

Now bitches "Lean Back" and they rock away

Hella game plus sex, she got the play

"BRRING BRRING!" (Can I suck your cock today?)

Yes you may babe, do lots of things

What good is havin a head and not no brains?

She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"

Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy

She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me

Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won't leave

Headed out the door and she pullin on my sleeve

Rubbin on my dick, bitch feelin that E



[Chorus]



[Proof]

Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy

Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci

She wanna roll with me cause I got major dough

Tell every ho up in here, you my favorite though

I know you suck dick, well that's my accusation

I'm really wonderin if you acceptin applications

I like them facin forward chicks with the bar bellies

I pass them young hoes off to Mr. R. Kelly

Gimme a bad bitch, that can make her ass shake

I don't want you nasty, I want you nas-tay

My last day on earth I'll be fuckin a freak

That spend a half an hour just suckin my meat (yeahhh)

She don't even know me, said she love me so

She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly ho

If you drop-dead gorgeous I won't stand you up

Yeah you shake it like Beyonce but can you fuck?



[Chorus]



[Proof]

I been doin the Earl Flynt since about '88

A lot of people here wanna trade my place

Got a extra room where your babe can wait

These ain't Air Force Ones, these are Babe & Ace {?}

Straight from the (Shop) got the (Candy) sex

I'm a (Hot Boy) on beats like Mannie Fresh

Her lips real big, hips real big

Tits real big, everything's real big

I'm rich BITCH, and these are real diamonds

She ain't even keep up with the cars that I'm drivin

Know what you like so I'ma give it a twist

You hypnotic baby when you swivel them hips

I'm the game in the physical so listen to this

Never catch feelings when I'm dissin a bitch

Ain't tippin a trick cause I'ma bone for free

All I'm sayin right now who goin home with me, cause.



[Chorus]



[whispered]

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar



[Outro]

Hey that's gonna wrap it up

Let's hear it for Big Proof, our special guest today

Hey, we gonna get up out of here

Gotta change the name of this town back to where we found it

We found it at Motown, that's where we gotta leave it!

Motown, and like we always say

Sugar is sugar, salt is salt

If you didn't get off today, it's not our fault