Ya Girlfriend B2k Beat

[Hook x3: Chamillionaire]

Your girlfriend, in a suburban

She's tryna pretend, that's she a virgin

She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend

But I'm for certain, that I ain't workin'

I'm in person, to see her flirtin'

Suckin' n slirpin, and showin' her skin

And now her boyfriend, cussin' n cursin

But I'm alertin, That I will hurt him

[Only said the third time the hook is sung]

King Koookoookooopa

Koookoookooopa

Koopa Koookoookooopa

Koookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa)

Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayne

Gotta keep it gutta mayne

Koookoookooopa

I ain't gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might

[Lil Boo]

Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probation

Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm facin'

Mama say I gotta wait for drivers education

But I hit the dealership, cuz lil boo is not patient

Thirteen years old, stay hoppin' outta vogues

Catch me at adult shows, puttin' up on yellow hoes

Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho

Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close

Freeway call n tell ya sister that shes fine

Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other line

I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine

After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind

Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old

Color changin click dresses, thats the only dress code

Nike sign lebron, nike me I was supposed to

But I already got those lebron james, up on my toes

It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne

It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne

It's lil boo mayne, hold up

[Lil Boo: talking]

Hold up foo

Call these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayne

They see us grindin', tryna make this paper

This is ghetto status mayne

Don't put me on this funny beats no mo

Come on, tear up the mic uh

[Rasaq]

Lay it down, lay it down

Ya pins lay it down

Lay 'em down, lay 'em down

The pad lay 'em down

Lay it down, lay it down

Ya mic lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down

Ya foos lay it down

Cuz I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears

Spittin' in ya left side

This is down south, I ain't worried bout the west side

Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close

They say my skills is makin' progress

Plus I'm wearin' ice religously so I tell 'em god bless

Niggaz comin' out soft, like maple car stressed

And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs breath

And I ain't even harness, my full is potential

But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals

And so does chamillion, is it coincidental?

Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil

I don't care what ya bin through, this the takover

Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over

When the days over

I'm wit ya good drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts

now that's what I call a hang over

Game over, spit fire like a flame thrower

the man is colder, than a damn can of soda

Haha, I'm outta ya league like sammy sosa

Nigga, jus remember that