OH BO (studio) lyrics

[Intro]
I feel like hip hop
Used to be a voice for the voiceless, y'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

[Verse 1]
Hittin' the club up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Wooly Willy
With a really wooly willy
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride on Bo's hose
And I spot a little Latino, 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 b*tch, there's people starving in Africa!

[Chorus]
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 them fellas say—
[Verse 2]
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 ya 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

[Chorus]
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 them fellas say “Oh, Bo”

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Bo-o, oh Bo, Bo
A-a-oh Bo, oh Bo, oh Bo

[Verse 3]
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, yeah
And if you're lucky, I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down like you're growin' an extra chromosome
And when you grab me, don't grab me by my buns
Cause I got a bad case of the runs
I got the runs
I got the runs
[Chorus]
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 them fellas say “Oh, Bo”

[Bridge]
I wanna break it down for y'all
I came from the streets, with nothin'
Now I'm makin' hit records
For my people still livin' in the streets
Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you
I'm doin' this for you
My success is your success
And I know you may be thinkin'
“Hey, if you really believe that
Why don't you use some of your money
To help rebuild the neighborhood
Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?”
And to that I say:

[Interlude]
Uh, chorus is comin' up
[Chorus]
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 them fellas say—
Uh uh!

[Verse 4]
You got a fume like a tuna
I'll smell ya later
I met a fat chick and I f*cked 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, un
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on

[Outro]
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
Yeah, Oh, Bo, play that oboe