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lirik lagu boom – bishop lamont

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i’ve got guns out to here, goons out to there
brown’s where the pounds f-ck up the atmosphere (boom!)
body parts everywhere (boom!)
oh god it’s just no fair (boom!)
sound buey beware (boom!)
we about metal, we’re fair (boom!)
put your guns in the air (boom!)
you know we just don’t care (boom!)

i see through your chest sip to rihanna
don’t even bother, put the jury on
my hienas pop the meanest that your sh-t smash
believe me n-gg-, not ya, ya don’t want that
see magnificence if you ever witnessed this
for that whack sh-t orient tipycist
it’s rather die n-gg- – ain’t no other options
only pop out respect is that pop bucket
most in p-ssy, all them full of geese
are you ex-cop but rap f-ck police
don’t like the feds but all them your peeps
yea you rappers f-ggot, p–poo my bruncher badge
andy griffith n-gg-s, they all got a badge
i can pin that paint, make it hurt like johnny cash
all that singin sh-t so rap, get up outta here
knew you was a b-tch, count your birthdays in dog years

we dark yes, they couldn’t even see us when the fog
clears
a bunch of kings and queens and queens are nothing
cause they all queers
they wet behind they ears, demons is they fears
so they go and join their forces, make them wear that
women gear

i’ve got guns out to here, goons out to there
brown’s where the pounds f-ck up the atmosphere (boom!)
body parts everywhere (boom!)
oh god it’s just no fair (boom!)
sound buey beware (boom!)
we about metal, we’re fair (boom!)
put your guns in the air (boom!)
you know we just don’t care (boom!)

saw a dragon on the concrete
spot flyin like the baccardo spiff with the whacko and
the wheemie
modern day cheech but my van dan a camel
pistol whippin b-tches so you know your man handle
saving ammo, hulk smash
bruce banner breaking shackles, dna samples in my
sp-ckle
going jeckyll
all these f-ckin tough guy looks
you’s a tough guy? look
oh you top of the line my brother sh-t
where’s your check book n-gg-? keddle with the metal
bunch of shipyard iron, i’m ghetto with the metal
heads i sever, from the neck up like i’m never them
i guess i gotta be kiddin so i went ahead and behead
him
shouts are heavy for some inspiration
i’m california cakin, medicatin, meditatin
cause i’m paper chasin my pride, my mind’s racin’
these n-gg-s actin sh-tty and they rollin sticky in
that weed, that’s for the semis now
guns everywhere

what the f-ck ya’ll? i’m supposed to go back n-gg-?
that’s f-cked up n-gg-

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