Lyrics:
to come...right.. thru...the...door
and don't stop and by now youur boilin' like a crock pot
You're in a frenzy
You're all over me
I got the honey your name's
Here comes the boom
I got game like Kobe, act like you know me,
If you rhyme better well then kid you best show me
Fly by wrecking, never come
was me I'd cut off your right arm
So you can't drink and drive and cause no harm
Running niggas over like Death Race 2000.
Innocent by standers
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosions, overpowerin'
Over the competition I'm towerin'
Wrecking shop when I write these lyrics
that'll make you call
and a boom
And catchy little tune by Rossini
We're music lovers well that's what they say
But we're different in many ways
Now there's Nigel, he likes
bloodshed
Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats
In this game, put shine up for grabs
I'm talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime
captivated by the funky sounds
Now back up back up 'cause this shorty here's not loco
'Cause I be's the one with them hellafied vocals
The kids from New
the furies breathing down your neck. Team
By team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
Overflow,
and knock me with the groove
Gotta boom
Shake the room
'Cause we're all
Heat seekers
With a jam that can slam down the walls
Mind freakers
Freeze
of the hinge
Grab the VP by the post office assistant with tints
Hit ya head of promotion with a fist of the chins
There's a crew of hungry niggaz sellin clips
seven members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!
Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
the furies
Beating down your neck
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop
Look at that no plane flyin' then
Uh oh, overflow, population, common
por en muerto
I live again, {?} nuevo
Lejo's the key, surrounded by {?} buenos
Espe sueno my dream, true desperado
Analog hermano, un punto {?} ano
two fingers beneath the sand - overdoses or body shakes - a wet dream for a dry spell - addiction is a tear away
When the booms a bust and profits gone
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
your head to that gangsta swang
Swiggity swang where we hang where we bang
In the side of the city by the sea
Simply known as Long Beach
As I creep
times do the seasons turn for babaloyn
burn this is my own concern to carry on
traditional listen yo
how many brothers tears have shed
by my people for
the Lexan (ha)
Cooling out by the pool, honeys acting fool (word)
Enough to make a brother drool, yo, but that's cool (ha)
I want a piece of the dream to make
Look at the how the waves they crash
I yearn to get high like them seagulls fly
I look at how the pretty girls walk by
Dreaming I'm in love for
popcorn
Ich bin Gaga wie die Lady
Knall' deine Mom wie der Vadder
Mach'n Baby boom Shakalaka
Du kannst kommen mit dem Crazy Frog
Ich ramm' euch in den
Boden
'Til it's warm, we in the corner writing warnings making bets
You by your lonely making threats
Let you scar my open arms
Try and teach my open head
from the shore
oh oh oh
there's a port a thousand miles away
hope to make it in 2 or 3 days
raise the jib pull the boom, to give it more speed
looking
Well, excuse me motherfucker, you're on my block
Pack 'em up and ship 'em off the rock
You can park your car anywhere you want
But by the time you
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