[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 %#@!

[Zone:] Yo Celph, you made this beat?!
[C.T.:] Damn straight
[Zone:] How come you didn't tell me you could make %#@! like this man?

[C.T.:] Oh you ain't know?
[C.T.:] I got some %#@! for these hoes


[Celph Titled:]
This (*##$ 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 @@#!roaches be runnin rampant

Yes I'm the Dirty South Lieutenant, mother$#&@er god damnit
You want money I said no, act up and you dead hoe
You wanna slurp? Call me on my cell that's my head-phone ((*##$)

$#&@ chickenheads in the morning, give 'em the early bird special
And this relationship ain't goin to the next level (nope!)
Talk back and a (*##$'ll fall flat

Cause I'm the type to beat a broad with a wiffleball bat
Throw a bag over an ugly (*##$ before I let my @@#! skeet
That's what I call disguisin the Hump, like I was Shock G (hahaha)

Your idea of eating out, is !@$% lips
Mine is doggy bags and quick trips to Popeye's for biscuits
!#$*!


[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 - (*##$
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, (*##$

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 (*##$'ll still love me (that's right) even though I ain't pretty

She be like, "His dick is still chubby!"
That (*##$ 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 !#@* 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 !#$*!


[Chorus]

[J-Zone:]

Celph Titled made a pimped out beat for me to rock
And turn my nose up to broke !@#%s on my @@#!
"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 %#@! greasy like Soul Train scramble board contestants


[Celph Titled:]
Me and your girl we ain't talkin much but when we $#&@
I'm playin greatest hits from Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch

Blow a (*##$ to pieces, strap grenades on her back
Now the way I'm gettin $$#, it just falls in my lap
I'm a +Midnight Marauder+, stick a Q-Tip in your #~!!@
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 $#&@ up Xzibit again if he don't Pimp My Ride

[Chorus]

[J-Zone:]

Hey yo, I got one question man
How come y'all %#@! don't sound like this?
I mean, I'm sayin
This our.. I see you over there hatin man
$#&@ you man

This %#@! is, yo Celph this %#@!
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 $#&@in bass in they %#@! man

Why why is that
You rappers is $#&@in allergic to bass man
I'm sick of hearin beats that ain't got no bass man
This that Boss Hog %#@! man
Type of %#@! to blow your Alpines man
You don't know nuttin about this man, God damn

That's the %#@! you make that ugly gorilla face to man
But with me it comes easy I'm an ugly ^!$$%
But you know what, I don't give a $#&@
Cause I got bass in my %#@!
Yo Celph you got bass in this mother$#&@in beat man
This %#@! sound evil, OH MY GOD~!
This is Boss Hog, stop bein jealous man

We make it look TOO EASY
Ay (*##$, pass my Malibu and shut the $#&@ up
Don't put no ice cubes in my %#@!
Did I tell you, did I tell you I wanted !@&@e in my Malibu?
Straight, I don't
I don't mix, !@&@e and soda and all that %#@! with my
Give me my %#@! 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 (*##$ up to snow and make her get out

(*##$ get out! (In a G-string) Knahmsayin?
If we like the hoe, here take a shot of Hennessy