Here comes the boom, with the hip hop as I smash and crash How many gangsta rappers are last? Not one, got done, I had fun Doin em and screwin em and booin em and em I'm slick and I'm quick, up my sleeve is a Hey! so what, I use drummers, suck my dick. I'm still thick, with beats and heavy kick And I'm sick of the so-called ya gonna lick I slam and I slam and I slam, did I that I slam Don't eat spinach but I yam I yam Death-defyin like a circus, I this Mic, you can't jerk this, off-beat on I never smoke dope, I don't a nine I ain't no with bitches on my mind Gangstas are in the water, I oughta, boom bash and
I'ma break it down, and I do down, yo way down, So far downtown the devil's gonna call it And niggaz betta the fuckin score I'm raw, like eddy, And like they get tore Up, the floor, up, There's no And my spits sprayed in ya face as I rhyme So run run run, ya better head for the Get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide And a rope for ya neck, and a for your wrists 'cause I'm pissed, and it's suicide to battle Ummm, highly explosive, imperial, pour me on cereal 'cause I flow the belly of a cow Wipe ya brow, how ya me now
You can get with this, or you can get with But you can't get with the man with the mad hat I take em out with one to the cerebellum And tell 'em, my jams are so you can smell 'em Rhyme for rhyme, head for head a one go I come brooklyn, it's wild like a jungle Yeah, you get a cap jack, ya act wack, I carry a can of black in my napsack Lookin for a to tag up, and brag up And rag up, yo nigga yo digga raise the up I click click my heels, and good is how it There's no place home and chrome on ya wheels through the projects, I lose you Hope I bruise you, I cruise through Your neighborhood, in a impala Dropped to the ground and, makin the girls Rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm Sorry officer, the car ain't I don't care what you thought of me I be, far from orderly In my fashion, I boom and I and