Da Bomb – Da Brat – letras

it’s da bombit’s da bombI drop bombs like Hiroshimait’s da bombI know you hear me comin here I comeSo you besta watch ya backit’s da bombI know you hear me comin here I comeAnd I’m called the Miggida-Miggida-MacCan I drop the bomb drop the bombCan I drop the bomb drop the bombCan I drop the bomb drop the bombWell, here it comessay whatHere it comesIt’s the quicka rippa ripperKnown to flip a script like it ain’t notin’All ya MC’s that used to MCs better duck an’Run an’ hide cause it’s too late to try to make it rightYa just messed up and I ain’t tryin’ to let ya slideCause I ain’t the one for that I ain’t the one that slackI’m the Miggida-Miggida-Mac pack and I ain’t takin’ jackI don’t care who you get or who ya wit’Just know you won’t be equipped to what it takes to break this krossedout kidI’ve got deez off dout clout cause I’m deez off doubtI’m bad suckas if ya wanna know what I’m talkin aboutSo lay your cards on the table cause I’m able to rockWhen ever, where ever I still rocks the cradleCause i’m a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gunAnd in my eyes, nigga, you don’t want noneCause on the mike I get dum-ditty ditty-dumSo watcha back when I say here it comesI know you hear me comin here I comeSo you besta watch ya backit’s da bombI know you hear me comin here I comeAnd I’m called the Miggida-Miggida-MacWell, can I drop the bomb drop the bombCan I drop the bomb drop the bombCan I drop the bomb drop the bombWell, here it comessay whatHere it comesunderstand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavorwe get our own on our own ain’t askin for no favorswe’re true to what we do that’s how we beso just reason with the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-CI betcha never thought you would here it like thisSome funk for the trunk by this nigga named KrisSee, I ain’t into the gameI’m true to the gangI’m poppin’ your thang til the party people swingCause I’m a little rough neckTiffy-tiffy tough neckCause what gettin’ ‘nough respectAnd all those little punks talkin’ junk bring it onCause I just love takin’ punks outta homeswhyCause I’m a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gunAnd in my eyes, nigga, you don’t want noneSo watcha back or comments will startcha runnin’And do-do on yourself when you hear the daddy comin’I know you hear me comin here I comeSo you besta watch ya backit’s da bombI know you hear me comin here I comeAnd I’m called the Daddy MacBut, can I drop the bomb drop the bombCan I drop the bomb drop the bombCan I drop the bomb drop the bombWell, here itsay whatComesI’ll be coming around the mountain when I come droppin’ a bombCreepin’ up on those Romper Room suckas who wanna get someSo feel the wrath of a brat with the Mac packWalkin’ away you’re like the bottom of a door matI didn’t gain props cause I was a suckas daughterI had to earn them droppin’ dynamite like Jimmy WalkerI can pay Donny Mars in a sticky cageGive me 30-30 half-callibar half-gageAnd if you don’t know what I’m talkin’ aboutTest me outWe’re in the big part of in The Last BoyscoutScopin’ a needle is like a needle in a haystackPress the new rookie breakin’ rims down like ShaqYou think you’re dealin’ with a weak boy step backCause I’m comin’ up like a Veteran on a phat trackI’m bein’ all I wanna be so you tell Uncle TomDat Da Brat done drop da bombI know you hear me comin here I comeSo you besta watch ya backit’s da bombI know you hear me comin here I comeAnd I am what they call Da Brat