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Boo Yow!
C-Bo Lyrics
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.4 5 Glock 40's on sight to see
Me and the homies run deep like a wild pack of wolves
Attack like the Congo's when niggas talk bull
Better step and get further before them hollow tips spit
The Vulcan automatic with the Vulcan death grip
Walk the strip and still tote see four in the tip
and explode on Kryptonite chronic blunts when we dip
And I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow!
Whatchu motherfuckers want to do now?
I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow!
Take your whole motherfuckin crew out
I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow!
Whatchu motherfuckers want to do now?
I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow!
Take your whole motherfuckin crew out
Now step into my zone, we can get it on
Roll a coupe, not a chrome, fuck a sack, I want to zone
Stay blown on the strip, all switches away from dips
Next to the mack and the lil' homey talkin shit
He quick to blast on that ass, blood puddles in the grass
I thought "Make sure he dead, come back and then we smash
witta .4-5 automatic slug in his windpipe
Ain't no love, for a thug livin one life
We split wigs back like afro picks
Flagged up, ain't your momma's style when we dip
Young hogs creepin through the fog
Ready for combat, just me and my dogg
Fuck y'all, other niggas all on my dick
For the money and bitches ain't really down to do shit
Another lyrical cap into your cranium
We known to blow shit up like nuclear uranium
Chorus
I explode like a nuclear warhead, wit this lyrical gang
that I slang like cocaine, makin the crowd bang
As we kick up more dust than a pick-up
Assaults, murders, and armoured truck stick-up
'cause ain't too many niggas that can fuck with these
Gz, pumpin and dumpin them ridahs on fo' D's
Wit a fo'-fo', quote I give, "busters are jokes"
and watch the concrete smack him in his face when he smokes
Fo' sure, I'm known like the Boyz N' The Hood
A Menace II Society knows it's tryin me, best to knock on some wood
I bring it back to the good hooks, wish that they could fuck wit this
lyrical microphone assassination hood spittin
.45 hollow point chips at'cha chest
The grinders penetrate a vest in the wild, wild West
So break north, south or east, retreat and meet defeat
It's West Coast, ready for combat, strapped wit heat
Chorus
The lyrics to C-Bo's song Boo Yow! depict the life of a gangster on the streets, where violence is a norm, and the only way to survive is by being ready for combat. The opening lines suggest that the singer is willing to kill to protect their territory, and they have a variety of weapons at their disposal. The following lines describe the singer's attitude towards their enemies, who they attack like a wild pack of wolves. The lyrics emphasize the singer's ruthlessness, and there is a clear preference for gun violence as a means of dispensing justice. The chorus is a boast about the singer's abilities, with the repeated refrain of "hittin motherfuckers like boo yow!" suggesting that they are untouchable.
The second verse of the song shifts into a slightly different tone, with the singer inviting their enemies to step into their zone, telling them that they can get it on. The lyrics still suggest that violence is the main form of communication, but there is an element of bravado and confidence in the delivery. The following lines continue to emphasize the singer's willingness to kill, with talk of blood puddles in the grass and automatic slugs in windpipes. The bridge of the song is a lyrical explosion, with the singer boasting about their skills and proclaiming that they can blow shit up like nuclear uranium.
Line by Line Meaning
We like to murder in combat war on the streets
We engage in violent confrontations on the streets
.4 5 Glock 40's on sight to see
We carry multiple guns for protection
Me and the homies run deep like a wild pack of wolves
We move in a large group like a pack of animals
Attack like the Congo's when niggas talk bull
We respond aggressively when provoked
Better step and get further before them hollow tips spit
Leave before we use deadly force
The Vulcan automatic with the Vulcan death grip
Our gun is a powerful weapon
Walk the strip and still tote see four in the tip
We carry guns around in public
and explode on Kryptonite chronic blunts when we dip
We smoke weed mixed with other drugs
Chorus:
Refrain
And I be hittin motherfuckers like boo yow!
I attack and defeat opponents
Whatchu motherfuckers want to do now?
What are you going to do about it?
Take your whole motherfuckin crew out
Defeat your entire group
Now step into my zone, we can get it on
Come into our area if you want a fight
Roll a coupe, not a chrome, fuck a sack, I want to zone
Drive around in a car without flashy modifications while getting high
Stay blown on the strip, all switches away from dips
Stay high while avoiding authorities
Next to the mack and the lil' homey talkin shit
Standing next to guns and a young gang member causing trouble
He quick to blast on that ass, blood puddles in the grass
He quickly shoots to kill with bloody results
I thought "Make sure he dead, come back and then we smash witta .4-5 automatic slug in his windpipe
Confirm his death and then retaliate with our weapon
Ain't no love, for a thug livin one life
We do not show mercy to violent criminals
We split wigs back like afro picks
We shoot to kill and leave a gruesome scene
Flagged up, ain't your momma's style when we dip
We wear gang colors and do not hide our identities
Young hogs creepin through the fog
Our young gang members move quietly and dangerously
Ready for combat, just me and my dogg
We are prepared to fight alone or with our friends
Fuck y'all, other niggas all on my dick
We do not care what other people think or say
For the money and bitches ain't really down to do shit
Other gang members are only interested in money and women and not loyal to their cause
Another lyrical cap into your cranium
Another violent lyric to shock and intimidate
We known to blow shit up like nuclear uranium
We are known for extreme acts of violence
Chorus
Refrain
I explode like a nuclear warhead, wit this lyrical gang
I am powerful and destructive with my music
that I slang like cocaine, makin the crowd bang
I deliver my music with intensity, causing a strong reaction in the audience
As we kick up more dust than a pick-up
As we cause more trouble and violence than an ordinary gang
Assaults, murders, and armoured truck stick-up
Our crimes range from violent attacks to robberies
'cause ain't too many niggas that can fuck with these
There are few who can resist our power
Gz, pumpin and dumpin them ridahs on fo' D's
We are gangsters who drive and use violence
Wit a fo'-fo', quote I give, "busters are jokes"
Our gun of choice is a .44 caliber and we mock our enemies
and watch the concrete smack him in his face when he smokes
We enjoy seeing our enemies humiliated and injured
Fo' sure, I'm known like the Boyz N' The Hood
I am famous and well-known like the characters in the movie Boyz N' The Hood
A Menace II Society knows it's tryin me, best to knock on some wood
Even other gangsters know not to mess with me and hope for good luck
I bring it back to the good hooks, wish that they could fuck wit this
I bring my music back to basics and challenge others to match my skill
lyrical microphone assassination hood spitting
My music destroys other rappers and represents my violent lifestyle
.45 hollow point chips at'cha chest
I shoot deadly bullets at my enemies
The grinders penetrate a vest in the wild, wild West
My bullets can penetrate bulletproof vests in my dangerous territory
So break north, south or east, retreat and meet defeat
Escape in any direction and accept your defeat
It's West Coast, ready for combat, strapped wit heat
We are from the West Coast and will fight with our weapons
Chorus
Refrain
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Marcus Shelby
X-raided co wrote this song for bo loc while incarcerated in the same unit and bo snapped hard as hell
Abdullah Amiri
@MoniMoMo Love look it up. He wrote a lot of stuff for bo.
Abdullah Amiri
Straight up. Real motherfuckers know this. X raided out sac on the map
MoniMoMo Love
@Darrell MattaJr oh wow, I never knew that, they both have similar and remarkable penmanship.
Darrell MattaJr
@MoniMoMo Love CBo did 1 or 2 songs XRAIDED wrote
MoniMoMo Love
I seriously doubt Cbo needs anybody to co write for him.
Rob S.
this is one of the sickest albums ever! this song is str8 ready 2 murder!
216mob
the whole awol camp murdered the game in 98!!!!!!! every album they dropped was straight heat!!!
John Bentley
we split them wigs back like afro picks
Direct Route
I was acting a fool when this came out, LOL!! I haven't heard this in years!