Interpret:

Proof

Album:

Searching for Jerry Garcia

{*whispered*} 
Yo' collar, pop yo' collar 
Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar 


[Chorus 2X: Proof] 
We like the girls, the girls that go boom 
I like the girls, the girls that go boom 
That's all I want so fellas make room 
I want the girl, the girl with the boom 


[Proof] 
Party and bullshit the night away 
Find a little hole for the hideaway 
Livin every second like a holiday 
The fun don't stop her nowaday 
Especially since I hooked up with Dr. Dre 
Now bitches "Lean Back" and they rock away 
Hella game plus sex, she got the play 
"BRRING BRRING!" (Can I suck your cock today?) 
Yes you may babe, do lots of things 
What good is havin a head and not no brains? 
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy" 
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy 
She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me 
Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won't leave 
Headed out the door and she pullin on my sleeve 
Rubbin on my dick, bitch feelin that E 


[Chorus] 


[Proof] 
Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy 
Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci 
She wanna roll with me cause I got major dough 
Tell every ho up in here, you my favorite though 
I know you suck dick, well that's my accusation 
I'm really wonderin if you acceptin applications 
I like them facin forward chicks with the bar bellies 
I pass them young hoes off to Mr. R. Kelly 
Gimme a bad bitch, that can make her ass shake 
I don't want you nasty, I want you nas-tay 
My last day on earth I'll be fuckin a freak 
That spend a half an hour just suckin my meat (yeahhh) 
She don't even know me, said she love me so 
She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly ho 
If you drop-dead gorgeous I won't stand you up 
Yeah you shake it like Beyoncé but can you fuck? 


[Chorus] 


[Proof] 
I been doin the Earl Flynt since about '88 
A lot of people here wanna trade my place 
Got a extra room where your babe can wait 
These ain't Air Force Ones, these are Babe & Ace{?} 
Straight from the +Shop+ got the +Candy+ sex 
I'm a +Hot Boy+ on beats like Mannie Fresh 
Her lips real big, hips real big 
Tits real big, everything's real big 
I'm rich BITCH, and these are real diamonds 
She ain't even keep up with the cars that I'm drivin 
Know what you like so I'ma give it a twist 
You hypnotic baby when you swivel them hips 
I'm the game in the physical so listen to this 
Never catch feelings when I'm dissin a bitch 
Ain't tippin a trick cause I'ma bone for free 
All I'm sayin right now who goin home with me, cause. 


[Chorus] 


{*whispered*} 
Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar 
Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar 


[Outro] 
Hey that's gonna wrap it up 
Let's hear it for Big Proof, our special guest today 
Hey, we gonna get up out of here 
Gotta change the name of this town back to where we found it 
We found it at Motown, that's where we gotta leave it! 
Motown, and like we always say 
Sugar is sugar, salt is salt 
If you didn't get off today, it's not our fault