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Boom Boom Chi Boom Boom (Tom Tom Club) · Boom Boom Chi Boom Boom (Tom Tom Club) · Boom Boom Boom Boom! (Vengaboys) · Boom Boom Chi Boom Boom [Bonus Track] (Tom Tom Club) · Bring Another Half Pint (Sonny Boy Williamson II) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Greetings from Half Pint (Half Pint) · Boom Boom Boom [Canada] (The Outhere Brothers) · Boom Boom Boom (The Outhere Brothers) – and 90 other albums »


mm-mm-mm
Bring another half-a-pint
Now, an' I believe I'll get n' drunk
Baby, I'm gonna wreck this joint

Now, an' I love my moonshine whiskey
I tell
Well I remember being young, hell I think I still am. 
Well I was sitting steady chilling on the tailgate 
Sippin' on a day old pint of that
Yea I see you big bro 
I'm a kill these n****s man yea ha ha

Straight off the block wit' it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin' at your
cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint
the crowd fallin' vic
To old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin
Wed leave em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out
Half pint forty ounce
right
O-G's from the four, the homie Tee and half pint
Small as a muthafucka, ain't takin' no shit
And the homie from the Ace my dog Big Rick
C-K Bone
(aight)
Check it, yo

Fuck, you! (haha) I'm all nuts, no glory
You're walkin' now but nigga what's the story?
You better, duck when I go boom, 'cause
a platin' 'em ice pick

We in them Lambs the color of Candy Yams
The only n****z in the city with Miami tints
I picked up my advance and took off out
your ass again, I'll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys
You little maggot,
You don’t know, if you don’t know by now
You better tell him ’bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?
Yeah, yeah

Ten toes to the dirt
Pencil
it right, pourin' up a pint
Police tryna hit me but the miss me every time

Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin'
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
ya neck bitch
Weezy Baby this is the Carter
 
I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half from a half
repell
Followin the chorus
Indorced by the force
And honey I just wanna hug you're curves like a porsche.

go ahead throw them sore issues back on the fire
If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knocking em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out their sock 'n
and listen
Im like that time you bagged a dime
And checked ya phone and saw it was a number missing
As fate passes you by half of you try
The other half of you
Boom bye bye, to a sound bwoy head, 
We don't promote no nasty man, dem hav fi dead, 
Givin' him two shots dead to him chin, enemy a friend, 
Fake
Boom bye bye, to a sound bwoy head, 
We don't promote no nasty man, dem hav fi dead, 
Givin' him two shots dead to him chin, enemy a friend, 
Fake
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick n' tired of bein' picked on
So he got himself a nice 22'
Click BOOM, now he's on the fuckin news
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
the first day of a brand new year
There's girls that's rubbing butts around the room
Fellas feeling good cause the gates is boom
Zoom to the doom
from the start 

Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another 

One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y. 

For those who
corn bread, mac 'n chesse
Bigg Proof, Dogmatic 17 pimpin' we's
We will make you sneeze (Awchoo)
You hoes on yo' knee
Caps, I'm like a dope-fien that
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane

Everyday

P

P413

P

2006

corn bread, mac 'n chesse
Bigg Proof, Dogmatic 17 pimpin' we's
We will make you sneeze (Awchoo)
You hoes on yo' knee
Caps, I'm like a dope-fien that