Gurls Wit Da Boom lyrics

[Intro]

Yo' collar, pop yo' collar

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar

[Chorus]

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

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

[Verse 1]

Party and bullshit the night away

Find a little hole for the hideaway

Living every second like a holiday

The fun don't stop her nowadays

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 having 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 pulling on my sleeve

Rubbing on my dick, bitch feeling that E

[Chorus]

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

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

[Verse 2]

Sipping 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 wondering if you accepting applications

I like them facing 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 fucking a freak

That spend a half an hour just sucking my meat (yeah)

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]

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

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

[Verse 3]

I been doing 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 Bathing Apes

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 driving

Know what you like so I'mma 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 dissing a bitch

Ain't tipping a trick cause I'mma bone for free

All I'm saying right now who going home with me, cause

[Chorus]

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

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

[Outro]

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar

Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar

[Skit]

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

• Artist:Proof
• Album:Searching For Jerry Garcia (2005)