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Boombox Saints

Boombox Saints was a hip hop and R&B group based in Vancouver, BC, Canada. The band officially formed in 2008 taking their name from the 1990s film Boondock Saints. Within four years, Boombox Saints released two EPs, The Boombox EP and Bringin' the Boom Back: Based on a True Story as well as a full-length debut album titled For the Moment. They shared stages with successful and respected acts including J. Cole, Kid Cudi, Big Sean, Mos Def, Jay Electronica, Talib Kweli, Souls of Mischief, Far East Movement, Danny Fernandes and Sean Paul. more »

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Started off with margaritas, now we selling features
Got the groupie bitches singing, jumpin' out the fucking bleachers
Fake women, gold diggers suckin' blood like some leeches
Study too hard in school but they sure as hell ain't teach this
How to come up out the street shit
Early morning grind, get off of your knees shit
Fightin' so hard don't know how to breathe shit
I want it all but still question do I need it, listen
Most of y'all still perpetually in debt with me
Allegedly ahead of me but you can't stop my destiny
Especially when Hennessey can't drown out all the jealousy
Collectin' fees, steadily, buildin' up my legacy
Backstabbin' these rhymes like a motherfucker OJ
Servin' up the cadence like a side dish and entrée
Penny jumpin' on the beat, call me Hardaway
Fuckin' done need me a getaway

Out here ridin', the boys are always clickin'
Always slidin', cause these hoes is trickin'
Roll a blunt, know the shell is stickin'
Feel the vibe, you gonna come alive
Spot a dime, and she got the time
Sippin' fine wine while she delve into my mind
Askin' what I wanna find and if I even got the time
So I cherish every rhyme but kill the beat like a crime
Maybe take it as a sign and put my heart in every line
But I'm feelin' way too sweet, don't know what to say
Got these hoes all on my meat
Bitches tried to rob me but the Js still on my feet
Saints on the track so you know we gonna kill the beat
Still always at the crib, still always with the shit
Real villain in this bitch, ain't never gonna switch
Steady makin' money flip, prayin' Imma make it rich

Y'all fake, killin' this shit and doin' it my way
All day, chillin' in my castle sippin' chardonnay
Step off of me, can't stand it when these fuckers try to talk to me
I'm awfully anti-social when it comes to messin' with me thoughtlessly
Resurrect it, not what's commonly expected cause it's hectic
When it's catchin' flame to the damn thing
Still whippin' in the Civic but I must admit
The lack of hoes just goes to show that I don't even f*ck with this
Tetragrammaton, bitch I'm on, Yahweh
Not a believer but as I lay you down I'll pray, amen
To the sky your soul may fly but your body stuck in the dirt
As I pull up in my hearse, hop out and show you the universe
We in this bitch, you know we killin' it
Spittin' this shit in your face, we know you feelin' it
Everybody wanna know how we always rippin' it
Never tell a fuckboy the secret to this killin' shit

Couple of drinks droppin' as the people's heads boppin'
Don't know if there's any stopping, the saints that are boomboxin'
Now I feel real toxic, drinkin' up a concoction
Of my favorite cheap vodka, Sunny D and Kamchatka
Feelin' like a star shopper, kinda thirsty no water
Mama raised a real rocker, yeah you know a show stopper
Walkin' in a whole opera, Kodak bitches no flockin'
From Columbus not Compton

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