(I feel like hip-hop used to be a voice for the voiceless, you know
And now it's become, at least in the mainstream, a symbol of
Misogyny
Gay panic
Fiscal irresponsibility
So I figure
If you can't beat 'em
Join 'em)
Hittin' the club a VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Woolly w**** with a really woolly w****, and I
Bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wows her
Look at all of Bo's hos
Lookin' for a ride on Bo's hose, and I
Spot a little latina
Booty so big call it Oprah's Ego
We go do it, through it
She says, "Dios mia, mi amigo"
Pull it out, stick in your mouth
And I bust it in the back of ya
Swallow, b****
There's people starving in Africa
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top
And careful, Cherry, 'cause I'm the king of pop
Pop, pop, pop goes my weasel
Now you look like Jackson Pollock's easel
My suggestion is
You don't blow it until you know what congestion is
Swallow when you know what digestion is
Follow Bo, the only question is
Have you been splattered before
By the Mad Hatter matador?
Cake batter, never more
It don't matter whether you're
Spanish, French, Swedish, or Cambodian
I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
"Oh Bo!"
Oh Bo
Oh Bo, Bo
Oh, oh Bo
Oh Bo
Oh Bo
You think that you can handle me, girl, don't make me laugh
I said my junk is bipolar, it'll split you in half, yeah
And if you're lucky, I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down like you're growing an extra chromosome
And when you grab me, don't grab me by my buns
'Cause I got a bad case of the ru-runs
I got the runs
I got the runs
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd think the fellas say
"Oh Bo!"
(I wanna break it down for y'all
I came from the streets with nothing
Now I'm making hit records
For my people still living in the streets, still living in poverty, I want to tell you I'm doing this for you
My success is your success
And I know you may be thinking, "Hey, if you really believe that
Why don't you use some of your money to help rebuild the neighborhood instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?"
And to that I say...
Uh... chorus is coming up)
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd think the fellas say
Uh, uh
You gotta fume like a tuna
I'll smell you later
I met a fat chick
And I f***** her in an elevator
It was wrong on so many levels
It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels
It was wrong on so many levels, uh
It was wrong on
It was wrong on
It was wrong on
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd think the fellas say
Oh!
Single every single
Do it every single
Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
Oh Bo!
This song's almost completed
All this little ditty needed
Instrument that's double reeded
The oboe!
Yeah
Oh Bo, play that oboe
And now it's become, at least in the mainstream, a symbol of
Misogyny
Gay panic
Fiscal irresponsibility
So I figure
If you can't beat 'em
Join 'em)
Hittin' the club a VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Woolly w**** with a really woolly w****, and I
Bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wows her
Look at all of Bo's hos
Lookin' for a ride on Bo's hose, and I
Spot a little latina
Booty so big call it Oprah's Ego
We go do it, through it
She says, "Dios mia, mi amigo"
Pull it out, stick in your mouth
And I bust it in the back of ya
Swallow, b****
There's people starving in Africa
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top
And careful, Cherry, 'cause I'm the king of pop
Pop, pop, pop goes my weasel
Now you look like Jackson Pollock's easel
My suggestion is
You don't blow it until you know what congestion is
Swallow when you know what digestion is
Follow Bo, the only question is
Have you been splattered before
By the Mad Hatter matador?
Cake batter, never more
It don't matter whether you're
Spanish, French, Swedish, or Cambodian
I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
"Oh Bo!"
Oh Bo
Oh Bo, Bo
Oh, oh Bo
Oh Bo
Oh Bo
You think that you can handle me, girl, don't make me laugh
I said my junk is bipolar, it'll split you in half, yeah
And if you're lucky, I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down like you're growing an extra chromosome
And when you grab me, don't grab me by my buns
'Cause I got a bad case of the ru-runs
I got the runs
I got the runs
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd think the fellas say
"Oh Bo!"
(I wanna break it down for y'all
I came from the streets with nothing
Now I'm making hit records
For my people still living in the streets, still living in poverty, I want to tell you I'm doing this for you
My success is your success
And I know you may be thinking, "Hey, if you really believe that
Why don't you use some of your money to help rebuild the neighborhood instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?"
And to that I say...
Uh... chorus is coming up)
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd think the fellas say
Uh, uh
You gotta fume like a tuna
I'll smell you later
I met a fat chick
And I f***** her in an elevator
It was wrong on so many levels
It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels
It was wrong on so many levels, uh
It was wrong on
It was wrong on
It was wrong on
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
"Oh Bo!"
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd think the fellas say
Oh!
Single every single
Do it every single
Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
Oh Bo!
This song's almost completed
All this little ditty needed
Instrument that's double reeded
The oboe!
Yeah
Oh Bo, play that oboe