It's the Bottle Talking

It’s B.O.B. and Yeller, and this here is my feller. From Bama to the cater,
we slammin posing players.
Those sounds are fucking haters. I see 'em on the ground, they get chopped up
like a grass blade when the lawn mowers runnin' out. Get weed eated, mistreated.
This heat with this MC, it is a blessing to behold, so hold this blble, hoe!
Outa control, outa my head, and when i roll up outa my bed, i could put a bitch
on total freeze when i give her my morning breath.
Thats right hooker, get the up outa here, you aint gotta love me,
just get hell up and get me a beer.
(Another beer!)
We’re drunk, Jim Johnson put more in the trunk, let it bump, 12 inch thump,
pullin up to the southern club.
Its a party oh oh oh
its a party oh oh oh oh
Its a party oh oh oh oh
its a party oh oh oh oh
Its B. o-bizzle in this bitch, somebody roll up a spliff, i got a big ol' bottle
baby, come here here and get you a sip, somebody musta told that girl that i be
diggin thick hips, and god must like big booty’s too, or else they wouldn’t
exist.
Now somebody tell me what in the hell im gonna do with all that ass.
i seen this girl she looked kinda cute, so i gave her 20 in cash.
She winked her eye, she sat me down, she said «now just relax».
I said «you'll have to stand with that, if you dance you’ll break my lap».
Damn, that thing cant be real, can it? Got a nigga speaking spanish,
like no hablo English.
Gril i aint complaining, ill keep makin payments, if you keep that thing
swangin by my way, damnit.
Its a party oh oh oh oh
its a party oh oh oh oh
Its a party oh oh oh oh
its a party oh oh oh oh