Oh Bo (Studio)

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

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 to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio, 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 them 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 ya looking 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 them fellas say, oh, Bo

Oh, Bo, oh, Bo, Bo, ah, 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 will 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 the buns

'Cause I got a bad case of the runs

I got the runs, I got the runs

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

I wanna break it down for ya'll

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

Uh, chorus is comin' out

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

You gotta fume like a tuna

I'll smell ya 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 l-l-l-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 them fellas say, oh

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