Oh Bo
I feel like hip hopUsed 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 VIPI got a fake mustache and a fake ID.I look like Wooly WillyWith 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 hoesLooking 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 mia mi amigo!"Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa!
Single every single dayDo it every single wayMake the single ladies sayOooh BoAnd if I were gay,Though I swear I'm straight,I'd make the 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 beforeBy the mad-hatter matador?Cake-batter never moreIt don't matter whether you'reSpanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian,I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.
Single every single dayDo it every single wayMake the single ladies sayOooh BoAnd if I were gay,Though I swear I'm straight,I'd make the fellas sayOooh BoOh Bo-o, ooh Bo, BoA-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 bipolarIt'll split you in half (yea).And if you're lucky,I might just bring you home,And I'll have you going downLike 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 runsI got the ru-u-u-uuuns
Single every single dayDo it every single wayMake the single ladies sayOooh BoAnd if I were gay,Though I swear I'm straight,I'd make the fellas sayOooh Bo
(Spoken)I wanna break it down for ya'llI came from the streets, with nothin'Now I'm makin' hit recordsFor my people still livin' in the streets,Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell youI'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 moneyTo help rebuild the neighborhoodInstead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?And to that I say (uh, chorus is comin' up):
Single every single dayDo it every single wayMake the single ladies sayOooh BoAnd if I were gay,Though I swear I'm straightI'd make the fellas sayUnh Unh!
You gotta fume like a tuna,I'll smell ya later.I met a fat chickAnd fucked 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 (unh).It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on
Single every single dayDo it every single wayMake the single ladies sayOooh BoAnd if I were gay,Though I swear I'm straight,I'd make the fellas sayOooh
Single every singleDo it every singlePop that single like a Pringle jingleOooh Bo
This song's almost completedAll this little ditty neededInstrument that's double reeded:The oboe
(Yea)
Oh, BoPlay that oboe