Oh Bo

(专辑： Words Words Words - 2010)

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.

Hitting a club up, VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Woolly Willy
With a really woolly willy,
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wows her
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride on Bo's hose
And I spot a little Latina
Booty so big call it Oprah's Ego
We go do 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 day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And 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 you look 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
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay—
Though I swear I'm straight—
I'd make the fellas say
"Oh Bo!"

Oh Bo
Oh Bo, Bo
Oh, oh Bo
Oh Bo
Oh 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
And if you're lucky, I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down like you're growing an extra chromosome

And when you grab me, don't grab me by my buns
'Cause I got a bad case of the ru-runs
I got the runs
I got the ru-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ns

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
"Oh Bo!"

I wanna break it down for y'all. I came from the streets with nothing. Now I'm making hit records. For my people still living in the streets, still living in poverty, I wanna tell you: I'm doing this for you. My success is your success.

And I know you may be thinking, "Hey, if you really believe that why don't you use some of your money to help rebuild the neighbourhood instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?"
And to that I say—uh, chorus is coming up.

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say

Uh, uh
You gotta fume like a tuna
I'll smell you later
I met a fat chick
And I 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, uh
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
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
"Oh Bo!"

Single every single—
Do it every single—
Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
Oh Bo!
This song's almost completed
All this little ditty needed
Instrument that's double reeded
The oboe!

Oh Bo, play that oboe