Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Could Be My Boo, artist - The Almighty RSO
Date of issue: 18.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Could Be My Boo |
If you down to watch my back |
You could be my boo |
And if you’re heart don’t break |
Then you could be my boo |
Yo, if you love to wear black |
You could be my boo |
Even if you on section 8 |
You still could be my boo |
Yeah, you don’t have to have your own place |
You could be my boo |
You could be straight from the street |
You could be my boo |
Ghetto down with a cute face |
You could be my boo |
If you boppin to this beat |
Then you could be my boo |
Verse One: |
You be knockin skins out the box |
And when it comes to street smarts |
You slyer than a fuckin fox |
You understand my game |
With me and you its all the same |
I call you by your nickname |
You never sweat me when i’m out with my crew |
Instead you stay up late |
Waiting for me with a ice cold brew |
You all frisky in some shorts lookin sexy |
Chokin on a blunt, sippin hene-rock and pepsi |
The way you bops your head, you arouse me And when you rocks the bed, you never lousy |
And when we ridin, you be watchin my back |
You know all the DT cars from Silver Bullet to the Pontiac |
Sunbird, and in one word |
I ain’t worried bout you settin me up That shit is unheard |
You caught a case on the strength of me And didn’t get brand new |
You stayed true, you could be my boo |
I like the way you walk |
The way you make me feel |
And the way you talk |
Those things, they turn me on You’re leanin in your Lex |
And you on the phone |
The way you care for me I always got your back and you know its true |
Nothin for you baby, that I won’t do You could be my boo |
Verse Two: |
And that gear you be sportin, it don’t be overclassy |
Tennis skirts and boots, and you be lookin sassy |
And when you doze on the one piece dress |
You lookin like something that God did bless |
And when I tell you (hurry the fuck up!) |
My time you never take up Naturally cute, so you never wear makeup |
Bout 125, 130 |
And down to hold my shit, whenever i’m dirty |
Saw me ??? you got back |
Second time you didn’t snitch |
You never riff, when I call you a bitch |
Cause you know it’s just a figure of speech |
Some ghetto terminology you learn on the streets |
It’s cool when the day goes by, I didn’t peep ya You said 8-double-0 spells Boo in my beeper |
I’m-a keep you on my team, knowyamean |
No matter what we go do, you could be my boo |
Verse Three: |
You ain’t never been shy |
You always stay fly |
Never lie |
You get that money from that other guy |
You be knowin about sports |
You up on all the slang |
When you hang wit your gang |
And the whole sh-bang |
You kick game, you ain’t perfect |
But you real |
You cook my favorite meal |
And got my name on your fingernail |
When you around my niggas |
Everything be like, What up? |
You know when to talk |
And you know when to shut up |