Boom Bashin'

Lyrics for Boom Bashin'

Back and forth, forth and back We got the shit that is crazy fat For a weight loss system You got balls? Then I'ma kick 'em Fuck through ya cranium Slammin' punks like Wrestlemania Here comes the boom, with the hip hop bash as I smash and crash How many gangsta rappers are gonna last? Not one, they got done, I had fun Doin' em and screwin' em and booin' em and chewin' em I'm slick and quick, up my sleeve is a trick (Hey!) So what, I use Funky Drummer, suck my dick I'm still thick, with murderous beats and heavy kick And I'm sick of the so-called shots ya gonna lick I slam and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slam? Don't eat spinach but I am what I am Death-defyin' like a circus, I work this Mic, ya can't jerk this, off-beat on purpose I never smoke dope (what?), I don't carry a nine (what?) I ain't no hustler, with bitches on my mind (damn) Gangstas are swimmin' in the water but comin' up shorter I oughta boom, bash and slaughta I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (word to the motherfuckin' boom!) Break it down baby, b-b-break it down baby B-b-break it down baby, b-b-break it down I'ma break it down – and I do mean down, yo way down So far down-down the devil gonna call it underground Niggas better know the fuckin' score 'Cause I'm raw like Eddie – and like confetti, they get tore Up, from the floor – up, there's no time And my spits gettin' sprayed in ya face as I rhyme So run, run, run ya better head for the hills Get ya gun, gun, gun and ya cyanide pills Get the rope for ya neck and the razor for ya wrists 'Cause I'm pissed and it's suicide to battle this Ummm – highly explosive material Grand imperial, pour me on cereal 'Cause I flow from the belly of a cow Wipe ya brow, how ya like me now? I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (word to the motherfuckin' boom!) You can get with this – or you can get with that But ya can't get wit' the man with the mad snap hat I take 'em out with one blow to the cerebellum And tell 'em, my jam's so funky that you can smell 'em With 26 styles I enter, I bend the Rapper like a pole, yo, I'm cold like winter Rhyme for rhyme, head to head with one go I come from Crooklyn, it's wild like a jungle Yeah, ya might get a cap jack, ya act mack I carry a can of flat black in my napsack Lookin' for a wall to tag up, I dag up And rag up a nigga, yo digga, raise the flag up I click-click my heels and good is how it feels There's no place like home and chrome – on ya wheels Make it through the project, dance if I choose to Hope I didn't lose you, I bruise you, I cruise through The neighborhood – in a Chevrolet Impala Drop to the ground and makin' the girls holla Rollin', rollin', rollin', I'm rollin' "Sorry officer, the car ain't stolen" I really don't care what ya thought of me I oughta be – far from orderly In my fashion, I boom and I bash I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!) Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (word to the motherfuckin' boom!)