It's da bomb, it's da I bombs like Hiroshima da bomb
I know you me comin', here I come So you besta watch ya back, da bomb I you hear me comin', here I come And I'm the Miggida Miggida Mac
Can I the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? the bomb Can I the bomb? Drop the bomb Well, here it comes, say what, it comes
It's the rippa ripper Known to flip a script like it ain't All ya MC's that used to MCs better an' Run an' hide it's too late to try to make it right Ya just messed up and I ain't to let ya slide
'Cause I 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 care who you get or who ya Just know you be equipped To what it to break this Krossed out kid
got deez off dout, clout, 'cause I'm deez off doubt I'm bad suckas if ya wanna know I'm talkin about So lay your on the table 'Cause I'm to rock Whenever, where ever I rocks the cradle
I'm a nappy, happy bad little son of a gun And in my eyes, nigga, you want none on the mike I get dum ditty ditty dum So watcha back I say here it comes
I know you hear me comin', here I So you besta ya back, it's da bomb I know you hear me comin, here I And I'm called the Miggida Mac
Well, can I drop the bomb? Drop the Can I drop the bomb? Drop the Can I drop the bomb? the bomb Well, it comes, say what, here it comes
Understand that Kris to the comes with nothing but flavor We get our own, on our own, ain't askin for no We're to what we do, that's how we be So reason with the D A double D Y M A C
I betcha never thought you here it like this Some for the trunk by this nigga named Kris See, I ain't into the game, I'm 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 punks junk, bring it on 'Cause I just takin' punks outta homes
Why? 'Cause I'm a nappy bad little son of a gun And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want So watcha back or comments will startcha And do, do on yourself when you the Daddy comin'
I know you hear me comin' I come So you besta ya back, it's da bomb I know you me comin' here I come And I'm called the Mac
But, can I drop the bomb? the bomb Can I drop the Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? Drop the Well, here it, say what,
I'll be comin' around the mountain I come droppin' a bomb Creepin' up on those Room suckas who wanna get some So feel the wrath of a brat with the Mac Walkin' you're like the bottom of a door mat
I didn't gain props 'cause I was a daughter I had to earn them droppin' dynamite like Walker I can pay Mars in a sticky cage Give me half-caliber half-gauge
And if you don't what I'm talkin' about me out, we're in the big part of in The Last Boy Scout Scopin' a is like a needle in a haystack Press the new rookie rims down like Shaq
You think you're dealin' with a weak boy, back 'Cause I'm comin' up like a on a phat track I'm bein' all I wanna be so you tell Tom Dat Da done drop da bomb
I know you hear me comin', here I So you besta ya back, it's da bomb I know you hear me comin', here I And I am what call Da Brat