[Intro - Boobonic] (Mr.)
Southwest anthem (Uh huh)

[Chorus x2 - Boobonic] (Girl)
Baby who the chicks coming with (Most Wanted)
The beef is on, who they running wit (Most Wanted)
Playa hating, on that click shit (Most done it)
When it's I, who they get (Niggaz don't want it)

[Verse 1]
[Mr.] See these niggaz talk shit, and scared to bust grapes
[Boo] A man them niggaz ain't real at all, they just fake
[Mr.] It's Mr. and Boobonic, the realest since P. Johnson

[Boo] (Mr.)
Aiyyo, y'all niggaz just wishing for death, like C. Bronson
I get y'all, hit y'all, (spit to ya flick fall)
Money getting, it, all, get poor (shit naw)
Flick raw, and get them hoes to the tele
(Bitch you ever think that you could get his bitch) ask Kelly

[Boo] I get head deli, and smack niggaz for hating
[Mr.] Aiyyo, nigga have my dough on time, I hate waiting
[Boo] Mr., what you do to niggaz that think this shit sweet

[Mr.] (Boobonic)
Hit 'em up, then I toss they bodies, in cops creek
Or trunk 'em, bury 'em, living like true mobsters
Do 'em like Hammer (how's that) too proper

[Boo] (Mr.)
Aiyyo, I aim real good, I only need a two-shotter
Don't worry 'bout ya bitch (why not) 'cause Boo got her, come on

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2 - Boobonic]
Aiyyo my whole twist, is to freeze my whole wrist
Just to seem like me, niggaz fuck my old bitch
Y'all niggaz twenty on pump four, gased up
That slut you call ya girl, I got her ass up
Y'all some fake niggaz, type say his bitch model
And pour three Coronas, in an empty Cris' bottle
And that's when I come through, cross you like A.I
And you could smack the shit outt Booboni