Artist: Brooklyn Zu Album: Boo Boo Cakes (S) Song: Boo Boo Cakes Typed by: Tha Masta [Chorus x2: 12 O'Clock] Get up, boo boo cakes and shake that ass And uh, roll a blunt and it's two and pass And uh, pour that Hennessey no ice, no glass And uh, we at the club when you shakin' that ass Get up, boo boo cakes and shake that ass And uh, roll that blunt and it's two and pass And uh, pour that Hennessey no ice, no glass And uh, we at the club when you shakin' that ass, GET UP! [Merdoc] I came in the door, I pissed on the floor I never let them shorties walk past me no more Cuz this is right there in front of me, she's shakin' it around I can't hold it back, I gots to be down She was short, all dipped up and low sports She had a mean walk and a 'just for me' talk It was Maybelline, and her eyes was money green Had her own CREAM, I think she from Fort Green [Shorty Shitstain] You could catch me, gettin' drunk at the bar Movin' through the crowd like they bumpin' cars I see it in her thigh that she from Bedstuy Putnam and Franklin, four-four-five She was fly, like a bird in the sky Light-skin complexion, beautiful brown eyes That's when I stepped to the VIP section That's when I caught my erection [Chorus] [12 O'Clock] Come here sweetheart won't you relax yaself? Slide off them Guccis and relax yaself Come sit next to fireplace, unfasten ya belt Cuz what we do I never tell Want turn out the light, listen to Patti LaBelle Or Marvin Gaye or the finest O'Dells See you jokin' funny like David Chappelle And I'ma laugh at you cuz that ass is swell When my shit hits the store, guaranteed gon' sell When I, hit that ass, guaranteed gon' yell See them Brooklyn Zu dudes got a story to tell And I'ma give you 12 play like my nigga R. Kell [Chorus] [Buddha Monk] Come on ma, I know it's not ya first time Whether clubbin' or bubblin', no bras or G-strings Nah, I ain't the type, talkin' like it's wedding night Rather get head right than leave with you, damn right I ain't a star but my dick a Mastercard Quick on the widthdrawl, slow on the recharge When seein' broads, no one needed, it's me plugged Drinks and weed buzz, sweet six with heat tub No time for kind man, I'm born with the crime gang They say the better you treat 'em you get more, that's a lie man I defy the sex with rap desire And they give them more beats, tell them why I'm providin' for the night live then No "does he loves or loves me not?" Take finger pops, back shots then leave spots And if you down for that then tell me where you rest at Cuz the night is still young and I got plenty more bitches to get at [Chorus]