It's da bomb, da bomb I drop bombs Hiroshima da bomb
I know you hear me comin', I come So you besta watch ya back, da bomb I know you hear me comin', here I And I'm called the Miggida Mac
Can I drop the bomb? the bomb Can I drop the bomb? the bomb Can I drop the Drop the bomb Well, here it comes, say what, here it
the quicka rippa ripper Known to flip a script like it nothin' All ya MC's that used to MCs duck an' Run an' hide 'cause it's too late to try to it right Ya just messed up and I ain't tryin' to let ya
I ain't the one for that, I ain't the one that slack I'm the Miggida Mac pack and I ain't takin' jack I don't who you get or who ya wit' Just you won't be equipped To it takes to break this Krossed out kid
I've got deez off dout, clout, I'm deez off doubt I'm bad if ya wanna know what I'm talkin about So lay your on the table 'Cause I'm able to Whenever, where ever I still the cradle
'Cause I'm a nappy, bad little son of a gun And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want on the mike I get dum ditty ditty dum So watcha back when I say here it
I know you hear me comin', I come So you besta watch ya back, it's da I know you me comin, here I come And I'm called the Miggida Mac
Well, can I the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? the bomb Can I drop the bomb? the bomb Well, it comes, say what, here it comes
Understand that Kris to the Kross comes with but flavor We get our own, on our own, ain't for no favors We're true to we do, that's how we be So just with the D A double D Y M A C
I betcha never thought you here it like this Some funk for the trunk by nigga named Kris See, I into the game, I'm true to the gang I'm poppin' thang, til the party people swing
'Cause I'm a little rough neck, tiffy-tiffy neck 'Cause what 'nough respect And all those little talkin' junk, bring it on I just love takin' punks outta homes
Why? 'Cause I'm a nappy bad little son of a gun And in my eyes, nigga, you want none So watcha back or comments will runnin' And do, do on yourself when you hear the Daddy
I know you hear me comin' here I So you besta watch ya back, it's da I you hear me comin' here I come And I'm called the Mac
But, can I drop the Drop the bomb Can I the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? the bomb Well, it, say what, comes
I'll be comin' around the mountain I come droppin' a bomb Creepin' up on those Romper Room suckas who get some So feel the wrath of a brat the Mac pack Walkin' away you're the bottom of a door mat
I didn't gain props 'cause I was a suckas I had to earn them dynamite like Jimmy Walker I can pay Mars in a sticky cage me 30-30 half-caliber half-gauge
And if you know what I'm talkin' about Test me out, we're in the big part of in The Last Boy Scopin' a needle is a needle in a haystack Press the new rookie breakin' rims down like
You think you're with a weak boy, step back 'Cause I'm up like a veteran on a phat track I'm bein' all I wanna be so you tell Tom Dat Da Brat done da bomb
I you hear me comin', here I come So you besta ya back, it's da bomb I you hear me comin', here I come And I am what they Da Brat