Oh man, bitches, man, bitches, sick and tired of this shit

You know what I'm sayin'? Want my money

Talkin' shit, don't know how to act, phuckin' tired, man

Phuck'm I gonna do, man? Have to put a foot up your ass?

Phuckin' tired of it, man, phuckin' buy you this, buy you that

Phuck that shit, Kurious ain't havin' it, know what I'm sayin'?

Boo boo head, boo boo head, boo boo head

I want you dead, I want you bled and bleeding

Needing medical assistance, resistance

Ya kiss meant nuthin', you was bluffin'

Stuffin' my brain with insane thoughts and notions

Most intelligent people freak you because they'll know

You'll give, ya all give up your drawls

Flap ya jaws and lyin' and have me cryin'

I'll admit it, someone before musta shitted down your neck

Boo boo head but can you be dead?

With fled instead of the murda

I'll just tell everybody what I heard of, word up

All a this over boo boo heads

All a this, all a this

Back in elementary school, you made me drool, I was cool

A rules were never broken, a token of our friendship

All my friends flippin' somersaults

The fault was not yours of course, they didn't know

Yo, grils was yucky, clear 'round and get slapped like a pucky

But you never said 'Phuck me', that wasn't in the pictua

I couldn't hit ya with ya hair and braids

And the games we played were fun

Till one day a friend said, "Boo boo heads turn red

In the face when you place ya hands on her ass

In class, and give a spank a banka full of fun at recess and be fresh"

Okay, I'll try it and die if she does but she did

And turned around and socked me like Rocky

I feel like a heel for real but now I'm older

And told ya to keel over 'cause now it's different

No innocence and women sprints the way

You sway to the forces of evil

And we will bust that ass fast and quickly

I dig G's, disrespectin' rep

Now it's when they shit's come bobbin' brothers

Try and rob another, and I'll rub ya the wrong way, let the song play

All a this over boo boo heads

All a this, all a this

Ooh, I wanna smack you

Mack you and attack you

Even if you black, you get no slack

Sue, call a lawyer, boy, ya never knew

Ya crew is on a mission every weekend

Freakin' and kissin' with other van ya man

Let's turn the sands in the hourglass

And your power lasts less and guess

And take a gander I slander ya name

And spread propaganda

And I demand ya ta stop

Hop on a train before pain'll be ya middle name

In the game of love and happiness

Yes, I caressed ya flesh but if you test

Ya caught out there without a vest

Mess around and you can rest

I found a new boo boo

Baby, maybe I can crave the one

That saves thee reputation, ya'll let's face it

Ya basin', smokin', leavin' niggas broken and open

But I scope in to ya brain gain and remain

And clues ya use for protection now who's next in

All a this over boo boo heads

All a this, all a this

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DANTE ROSS, JOHN DAJANI, JOHN GAMBLE, TEREN DEVLON JONES