Artist: The Boss Hog Barbarians Album: Every Hog Has Its Day Song: You Got Mail Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {AOL sample stutters and slows down: "Y-y-y-y-y-y-you've got mail!"} [C.T.] Bim bim [Zone] Oh damn! [C.T.] Ha ha [Zone] This beat sound like some pimp shit [Zone] Yo Celph, you made this beat?! [C.T.] Damn straight [Zone] How come you didn't tell me you could make shit like this man? [C.T.] Oh you ain't know? [C.T.] I got some shit for these hoes [Celph Titled] This bitch better whip out a credit card to pay for this dinner It's her birthday and I ain't got NUTTIN to give her Except this dick and directions to the front door Try to take my wallet and I'm lettin the gun pour I'm from Florida where them cockroaches be runnin rampant Yes I'm the Dirty South Lieutenant, motherfucker god damnit You want money I said no, act up and you dead hoe You wanna slurp? Call me on my cell that's my head-phone (bitch) Fuck chickenheads in the morning, give 'em the early bird special And this relationship ain't goin to the next level (nope!) Talk back and a bitch'll fall flat Cause I'm the type to beat a broad with a wiffleball bat Throw a bag over an ugly bitch before I let my cock skeet That's what I call disguisin the Hump, like I was Shock G (hahaha) Your idea of eating out, is clit lips Mine is doggy bags and quick trips to Popeye's for biscuits BITCH! [Chorus: Boss Hog Barbarians] We just ballin gettin fetti everyday on the grind The postman got mail for me Cause we all about our scratch, never savin a batch - bitch The postman got mail for me Only fur coats and gold chains, pimpin these hoes mayne Hogs up, hoes down, game recognize game The postman got mail for me, bitch The postman got mail for me [J-Zone] J-Zone as a kid I was chubby, heh, as I got older I got skinny Only thing that ain't changed I'm still ugly But a bitch'll still love me (that's right) even though I ain't pretty She be like, "His dick is still chubby!" That bitch bought me a rugby when my mink was in the shop Don't kiss or hug me, wash my dick in the sink and I hop We call your girl Triple P Paulette (why?) Take her to Popeye's, the parking lot, and Port Authority and then jet Go to dinner? Not today, we just ran a train on her And it bang louder than the A in Far Rockaway I still live with my grandmoms and don't have a job; it's frightenin Cause all you punks wanna be just like him I'm a loser and a herb in every sense of the word But I don't give a FUCK I'll still get wit'cho bird Then I stuff her and roast her like it's late November Then I duck that broke hoe cause her friend looks better Ya BITCH! [Chorus] [J-Zone] Celph Titled made a pimped out beat for me to rock And turn my nose up to broke sluts on my cock "Yo no tengo hay dinero," you better change the subject You speakin Broken-ese and we from Cut-a-Check Republic South Jamaica Queens to Tampa Our presence felt, every summer like cancers We eat collard greens for breakfast And keep shit greasy like Soul Train scramble board contestants [Celph Titled] Me and your girl we ain't talkin much but when we fuck I'm playin greatest hits from Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch Blow a bitch to pieces, strap grenades on her back Now the way I'm gettin ass, it just falls in my lap I'm a +Midnight Marauder+, stick a Q-Tip in your pussy That's my +Low End Theory+, I'm at the player's ball yearly No you ain't never been inside (nope) and I'ma get the Mexicans to fuck up Xzibit again if he don't Pimp My Ride [Chorus] [J-Zone] Hey yo, I got one question man How come y'all shit don't sound like this? I mean, I'm sayin This our.. I see you over there hatin man Fuck you man This shit is, yo Celph this shit Yo Celph you a beast for this, GOD DAMN! Yo man I don't understand man whassup whassup with these rappers that ain't got no fuckin bass in they shit man Why why is that You rappers is fuckin allergic to bass man I'm sick of hearin beats that ain't got no bass man This that Boss Hog shit man Type of shit to blow your Alpines man You don't know nuttin about this man, God damn That's the shit you make that ugly gorilla face to man But with me it comes easy I'm an ugly nigga But you know what, I don't give a fuck Cause I got bass in my shit Yo Celph you got bass in this motherfuckin beat man This shit sound evil, OH MY GOD~! This is Boss Hog, stop bein jealous man We make it look TOO EASY Ay bitch, pass my Malibu and shut the fuck up Don't put no ice cubes in my shit Did I tell you, did I tell you I wanted Coke in my Malibu? Straight, I don't I don't mix, Coke and soda and all that shit with my Give me my shit straight This is Boss Hog man This ain't no Cosmopolitans man What part of the game is that? Yo Celph let's get out of here and go count some more money man [samples to close] We take a bitch up to snow and make her get out Bitch get out! (In a G-string) Knahmsayin? If we like the hoe, here take a shot of Hennessy