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Текст песни Masta Ace Incorporated - Boom Bashin

Masta Ace Incorporated - Boom Bashin слова песни




Here comes the boom, with the hip hop bash as I smash and crashHow many gangsta rappers are gonna last? Not one, they got done, I had funDoin em and screwin em and booin em and chewin emIm slick and Im quick, up my sleeve is a trickHey! so what, I use funky drummers, suck my dick.Im still thick, with murderous beats and heavy kickAnd Im sick of the so-called shots ya gonna lickI slam and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slamDont eat spinach but I yam what I yamDeath-defyin like a circus, I work thisMic, you cant jerk this, off-beat on purposeI never smoke dope, I dont carry a nineI aint no hustler with bitches on my mindGangstas are swimming in the water,I oughta, boom bash and slaughtaIma break it down, and I do mean down, yo way down,So far downtown the devils gonna call it undergroundAnd niggaz betta know the fuckin scoreCuz Im raw, like eddy,And like confetti they get toreUp, from the floor, up,Theres no timeAnd my spits gettin sprayed in ya face as I rhymeSo run run run, ya better head for the hillsGet ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide pillsAnd a rope for ya neck, and a razor for your wristsCuz Im pissed, and its suicide to battle thisUmmm, highly explosive, materialGrand imperial, pour me on cerealCuz I flow from the belly of a cowWipe ya brow, how ya like me nowYou can get with this, or you can get with thatBut you cant get with the man with the mad snap hatI take em out with one blow to the cerebellumAnd tell em, my jams are so funky you can smell emRhyme for rhyme, head for head with a one goI come from brooklyn, its wild like a jungleYeah, you might get a cap jack, ya act wack,I carry a can of flat black in my napsackLookin for a wall to tag up, and brag upAnd rag up, yo nigga yo digga raise the flag upI click click my heels, and good is how it feelsTheres no place like home and chrome on ya wheelsChasin through the projects, I lose youHope I didnt bruise you, I cruise throughYour neighborhood, in a chevrolet impalaDropped to the ground and, makin the girls hollaRollin, rollin, rollin, Im rollinSorry officer, the car aint stolenI really dont care what you thought of meI oughta be, far from orderlyIn my fashion, I boom and I bash and

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