Boom Bap (feat. T.I.) – B.o.B – letras

[Verse 1: T.I.]Bitches kissin’ and huggin’Niggas trippin’ and buggin’You watch your mind, I’m on my grindAnd I ain’t quittin’ for nothin’Tell your mothers and unclesBrothers, sisters, and cousinsMy flow so nasty, derangedThat nigga T.I.P is disgustingGotta grip on the gameQuit your pullin’ and tuggin’Cause I ain’t clinically saneI go to pushin’ a buttonThey get to clickin’ and bustin’You get to dippin’ and duckin’They empty clips by the dozenYou come up missin’ for nothin’Hey, I can triple your budgetI’m in the business of hustlin’If we ain’t talkin’ about moneyI say, « Let’s end the discussion »Hate off my shouldersI’m brushin’All the ladies are blushin’They all love when I fuck ’emBlacks and Latinas and RussiansTell ’em be easy no rushin’Mastered the art of seductionI let ’em blow me so much headI can catch a concussionSeven chicks in the bedTouchin’, lickin’, and suckin’Dick ’em into submissionThen I send ’em to truckin’Cousin we nothin’ alikeYou can say what you likeDo all that huffin’ and puffin’Then run away from the fightDon’t know who getting’ {you high}When you sit and you writeGreat imaginary lifeYou only live on a micI’m who you’d die to be likeCause I’m so fly with [?]To live my life you’d have to try to hit the lottery twiceFind it amusing, I’m gigglin’ at what you made in a yearQuadruple that while in prisonServin’ my day and a yearNigga hahahaha[Verse 2: Mos Def]WowIt’s on right nowBuckhead to {Bucksound}Boogie man and rubber band snappin’Bang, listenNo retreat, no surrenderNo gimmicks, no hoax, no jokes, no pretendersStrategic moves that allure all defendersAnother [?] till haters [?]But [?], how they feel?Fuck it, let it goThat’s ineffective though[?]It’s that incredible, [?], special dose, extra flowQuiet dawg, [?], let ’em knowOff the chain, I was born unleashedAnd walk when and where I feelWhen I’m ‘pon these streetsSpread love Brooklyn, on these streetsAnd I get it how I get it cause I’m from these streetsHoller back if [?]D Smith keep [?] from [?]I touch your favorite rhythm and give it a « me »-mix[?]Say it once, said it twice, you need thisThat’s an affirmative[?]And it simple and plainYou feel it in your chest when the bass beat bangAnd you know my styleYeahI’m from the killer KKnown to take a money pileWowWe turn it on and turn it outIt get great [?]And his fans [?]It go on and on and on and onEverybody talkin’ like [?][Verse 3: B.o.B]YeahIt’s B.o… BBobby Ray, international extraordinaireListenI’m from the city where they hang out on the light poleTryin’ to get their weight up off ’em, I ain’t talkin’ lipo’I’m talkin’ bout that city I take everywhere that I goI do this for the niggas locked in solitary iso’Who grew up with kaleidoscopesNow they lookin’ through rifle scopesTryin’ to make it out the darkThat’s what we raise our lighters forSmokin’ on that blue turfJust like them boys in IdahoI swear I’m {eatin’ good}What you on that diet for?I’m chillin’ with some fire hoesSo hot you’ll need a fire hoseToo much pussy on your payroll boyYou need to fire hoes (You’re fired)That’s why my fans is who I’m writin’ forYou’d swear they never tireCause they hands are up the entire showBut what you hidin’ for?I’m speakin’ for your benefitMe to you is like Playstation 3 to Sega GenesisI have no arch nemesisI have no identityI just go gorillas in your village and start pillaging your cityI still got itI don’t need to baby sitI’m just magnificent like Magic back in ’86I told her, « Cook my eggs Benedict »She say I’m gettin’ cockyNow I say, « I’ve been a dick » »Bitch »Hahaaa