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Bombs Away! (Sheppard) · Bombs Away Dream Babies (John Stewart) · Bombs Away (Off the Record) · Bombs Away! (Sheppard) · Bombs Away! (Sheppard) · Bombs Away (Kayla Brianna) · Bombs Away [6 Tracks] (Niels Van Gogh) · Cello and Bass, Bass and Cello (Bottom Line Duo) · Bass Busters: Freestyle Bass (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bass Contra Bass (Lisle Atkinson) – and 90 other albums »


it's da bomb 
it's da bomb 
I drop bombs like Hiroshima 
it's da bomb 
I know you hear me comin here I come 
So you besta watch ya back 
it's
booty swingin' as you walked away
I knew it was on cause
Oh baby you're the bomb
Ya baby you're the bomb

I went to pick you up-you were lookin' so
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
for a king
By the time we got to arizona

Tommorrows a long time
We got god on our side
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride
A poison goin
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
it's da bomb 
it's da bomb 
I drop bombs like Hiroshima 
it's da bomb 
I know you hear me comin here I come 
So you besta watch ya back 
it's
And we're starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!
You ain't got to tell me why you're
And we're starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!
You ain't got to tell me why you're
Dead men,
They celebrate
As the final chapter
Fades away
Cause they can't hide
We can see their flesh is rotten!

The band plays a hopeful
Somebody, somebody if you want to party say party, say party
See'mon
Ah yeah
If you want to party and that's a fact somebody say and you know that
Somebody, somebody if you want to party say party, say party
See'mon
Ah yeah
If you want to party and that's a fact somebody say and you know that
Somebody, somebody if you want to party say party, say party
See'mon
Ah yeah
If you want to party and that's a fact somebody say and you know that
Somebody, somebody if you want to party say party, say party
See'mon
Ah yeah
If you want to party and that's a fact somebody say and you know that
So here's ho wit started, it started with a beat
A beat in my head and it wouldn't go away
So I added a bass, the bass was fat
I played it to me
[Verse One: ]



Turn up the bass  check out my melody  hand out a cigar 

I'm lettin knowledge be born  and my name's the are 

A k i m not
away from the bass bins
'Cause of that bottom
Most of you even scared to stand by them

Well here's a taste
Straight from the studio known for the Ghetto
Party!
(Okay party people in the house) 

Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
the reason why I
Come through sicker than a L.A. drive-by by
Droppin' bombs in songs y'all keep singin' along
So smooth it couldn't never go wrong
This is
Somebody, somebody if you want to party say party, say party
See'mon
Ah yeah
If you want to party and that's a fact somebody say and you know that
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
So here's ho wit started, it started with a beat
A beat in my head and it wouldn't go away
So I added a bass, the bass was fat
I played it to me
nothing but a gangsta party

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the S-N
[Verse One:]

Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the are
A-k-i-m not like