Lyrics:
bomb ya/
But if I Was then Patna I’m aimin’ for ya mama/
...lil Nico told me stay out these streets/
...stop Hustling weed & hustle these beats/
....his
no beginner, I mastered the style I evented
Learned how to handle my business
Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed
Khaki shorts and long
And by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (shut the fuck up)
I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off,
Thriller
Got access to teargas, bombs and rocket launchers
Flow like dope, killer bees is what I sponsor
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare
Cause I'm smokin' on that Doh' Doh'
(Mr kane)
We smoke this bomb for you ca-rum-pum-pum-pum
We roll this dank for you ca-rum-pum-pum-pum
No sticks, no
bomba, bomb mami
(Ohh) Bomba, bomba, bomb mami
(Ohh, oh) Bomba, bomba, bomb mami
(Ohh)
(La bomba)
Bom-bomba, bomb the bom-bomber
If I get blown
A conference becomes conflict upon threat
And you can tell by my lyrical content
I'm no beginner, been a threat soon as I step in your set
Throwin' rights
the meter like my shows and features (yeah)
'Fore they started sending threats, I always kept a heater (facts)
Pain, some Act' pills in the pack and plenty
and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh,
I'd like to address
Pac was never set up by Stretch (let it rest)
I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct
He didn't disrespect, we
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
make it rain
So much money they think she's insane
You a 7 digit nigga if you holla at a brah
With a 7 digit figga you should come in by the bar
I
handing me these blessings, I just hang em by the throat
So excuse me while I boast
That lil' hoe she do the most... Had to kick her out my spot
Cause she
Lock shit down like a Bomb Threat
Im just up in here like a Bonnet
I just wanna Bump n Grind
Show no love cause your love is blind
Give it to me baby one
make you meet love respect Wu
Aiyo I put it on a nigga
Shit it on a nigga
Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release time ?
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer, nigga
Stay laced up
On Bloods
Stay laced up
I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
I got it!
魅かれてゆくぜ Day by day
Hey さあこっちおいで
Oh... You are my fire fire fire
fire baby
Oh... Burnin'up fire fire fire
fire baby
Oh... You are my fire
Said that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All
to quote Mr Flave:
Don't Believe the Hype unless his last name is Williams
Then it's guaranteed play, am I lying?
If you ask me how I'm doing, I'm trying
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh,
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer
Stay laced up
On Bloods
Stay laced up
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do
Could I? (Killer!) Should I? (Killer!)
The condom busted, upon this fluff chick
Really bomb and lust when the 'ginas thrusted and I'm disgusted
Can't
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
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