bomb, bomb Gimme that bomb bomb, bomb, bomb Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb beat Gimme the good life Gimme that bomb, gimme that bomb, bomb Gimme that bomb bomb, bomb, bomb Bomb, bomb, bomb
puffin and ah......I still ain't cough.....this shit is not gettin me high man, I am not high, the shit too soft, I need some weed, he gotta kick, or
And I, I still ain't cough (Man this shit is not getting me high man, I am not high) This shit too soft, I need some weed that gotta kick or punch The
things that go bang It's still an 'Everyday Thang' for me to let my nuts hang You want a performance worth the ticket if the price right we can kick
optional Unstoppable relentless rolling in Benzes Hear it repeat weeded indeed nigga believe it Proceed wid the lead and completed it's on Feel my bombs
Unstoppable relentless rolling in Benz's Hear it repeat weeded indeed nigga believe it Proceed wid the lead and completed it's on Feel my bombs motherfucker
thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my
sideways. Take a wiff of this suicide, Holla at me cuz I got it all day. No need to fly to Jamaica, for the Ganja, we can get the same thing. You want the bomb bomb
Now we on Broadway, coppin' our own bench Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle Drink a old ease grem like it wasn't tomorrow I'm gettin' kicked
niggas god bless whoever you wit nigga sombody gunna break down and cry when they look at your face how the four bullets break down ya eye I'm from a place where ya either kicked
. Throwing rhymes up in the air, So they call me Willionaire. I like chicks in fancy fits, And other fo cover dips. Till the beat rockin kick, Watch the
I guess I should've known It wasn't gonna end okay, You're such a trouble maker But I like you just that way. A bomb tick ticking with neither one of
beast on the mic It's ten, I'll creep up in by midnight You can check my rap site, B-Legit.com An' it tell you that, ?Yo boy, he the bomb? An' it goes
free man If this is freedom, I don't understand 'Cause it seems like madness to me A bomb in Wardour Street, hate bomb Hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around A little me to fill up with my thoughts A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams A way
and got in the papers Sure, you own a cool bar And I hear you get far with every waitress Yeah, I saw you on the poster Your song is the bomb and you
bomb Comin' with the postman Like I'm a mail bomb Comin' in your mouth Make you say yum-yum Hit the gong-gong Bring the Sumo?s on I'ma kick ass All
two Open up a C.A.T. scan White leather free land Wishy little be scar Half-made mind Elvis had a daughter Not half-boned siksura Heavy Betty big bone Little Kitty fig bomb