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lirik lagu tomb of the boom – speakerboxxx

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speakerbox, yo
just so you all know what time it is, it’s your homeboy
straight from the a-t, i ain’t even goin’ say the motherf-ckin’ rest
what you know? we dungeon family all day long baby
we fin’a break you off with some brand new sh-t

ya ya ya ya, this rap game lovely
konkrete play a part ’cause the feds want to bug me
athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
bendin’ corners in the benz, ridin’ like a bucket, n-gg- f-ck it

i know some hoes sl-tty
i optioned a b-tch off like a n-gg- playin’ rugby
i done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
jump european, came clean through customs, no questions

perpetrators in the booth, rappin’ lame like they drug related
it made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
you don’t grind, you be lyin’
she’ll be castrated, lorena bobitt maybe

tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom
servin’ up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
cool, ooh, that’s cool

you see, i c-ck back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
hit g spots by givin’ hoes back shots
i’m a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
but i pull up on your block in the 500 benz drop

konkrete, aquemini, we takin’ this here to the top
bust like balloons, who gives a d-mn if it goes pop
you say it’s hot, well let me turn it up another notch
to my real n-gg-z, won’t you pump this out your speakerbox?

f-ck the cops, we makin’ noise and we won’t stop
bump, b-mp, there goes the boom and it’s goin” drop
old school, big shoes, n-gg-, no socks
we keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock

they call me mr. ravioli, mr. scrotum, mr. poke em with the noodle
mr. c-ckerspanielle in your poodle, after school tutor
roto rooter, addicted to follies
like brown collies, stay soft fro crows

swimmin’ in the fallopian of an ethiopian
talkin’ a different language, rbi fly wide
come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now

talk wit me now
push a glock for me now, sale c-ck for me now
fight a b-tch, hit her in the eye for me now
see you when i see you, now out wit me now

tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom
servin’ up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
cool, ooh, that’s cool

i will never fall off, i haul off heavy weight
f-ck wit me dog, i chop you up like norman bates
i’m true to this sh-t, i ain’t new to this sh-t
over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks

flammable like gasoline when i’m lit up
i prefer my liquor dark and a mean white sl-t
it’s over for you, cavern -ss rapper, get out the game
you can fool the record labels but not the street fame

i just tell it how i see it n-gg-, fact is fact
the first verse i ever wrote, i got a platinum plaque
i’ve been to h-ll and back so n-gg- give me my props
konkrete and big boi beatin’ through your speakerbox

tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom
servin’ up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
cool, ooh, that’s cool

ludacris, yeah i keep a glock in case you like to leak alot
meanwhile, crankin’ the volume kn-b up on my speakerbox
“so here he is”, get the f-ck on the ground
is just a phase you might hear strollin’ through the a-town

they don’t believe, i will stab them in the abdomen
from college park, georgia to college park, maryland
so put your fist up boy, i wanna romp
you can bankhead bounce or get east side stomped

thinkin’ way back before i got mine
puttin’ bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
feel wild, it’s my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
a hundred though, b-tch, diamonds shimmerin’

catch me with a sack of dro, reachin’ for the strap below
i’m with some nasty hoes, eatin’ pistachios
y’all drivin’ subarus, stuck in your cubicles
i’m stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles

tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom
servin’ up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
cool, ooh, that’s cool

fourth and goal
should i take the three point field goal for the score or should i roll?
around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
cranium overload, overthrowed
now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho

b, i, g, b, o, i, me oh my, i think he’s blessin’ me
excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
like ragu, it’s in there, givin’ you some of the best of me
player, pimp, gangster, poet
we goin” spit it, we goin” show it to your -ss

“you’re a champion,” were my dad’s last words before he p-ssed
but i know one day we will once more cross paths
they say “big boi, can you pull it off without your n-gg- dre?”
i say, “people, stop the madness ’cause me and dre be okay”

outkast, cell therapy to cell division
we just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions
been spittin’ it d-mn near ten years, why the f-ck would be quittin’?
f-ck, n-gg-

- speakerboxxx

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