Pon de Attack – Da Bush Babees – letras

Sometimes I get so wildI blow up (POW)Here I come nowCheck out the new styleOh my god childHere comes the word dripperWord to black tripperLyrical whipper slicker niggerCase closed like a zipperIll flip ya with the style on the micFrom the arm at PM dawnNext plan is hypeSo I excite to hold tightThe underground soundsJus got off Jacobs ladder(So wont you let me come down)Let me come down Ill kill someoneWith the gats son at least some men are inSome say Im awesomeJus like John I got the whole Single-ton on your backAn its like thatSo I drive girls crazyAsk Mrs. DaisyJump up an praise meNobody can phase meI amaze me cuz yo myTracks got the boomersKickin the shit thatMake ya back flip outcha bloomersIll murder himIll murder themPut me on the trackFor black Ill kill them(Y-Tee/Big Light)Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shockInside the clip man qwe load up the glockOn shot tocks so we hafta bust shotStart from the bottom make we rise to the top(Bae-B-Face Kaos/Lee Majors)I ROCKHip hop the best GI snipe just like wesleyCrunch like nestleTell me whos the best GBush Babee bad manIll flip the rapGot the hand on the gatPlus Im on the attack(Chorus 8X)Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack(Mr. Man)Ya just cant stopThe rhymantically dreadifiedLyrically illBooger pickinButt scrathinHeads a flyin, the illestOr should I sayThe most illifiedType of hyperactiveLyricalmaticalBoombastically bonifiedHyper technicalUnforgattableCrazy sweatableIndividualQuick to put up a battleRowdy, rapper goes bazooteyBaggin up the goodiesThe rough rasta booteyMr. man is attackinThats when I get connivingSo hold your freaking horsesThe boss is arriving.I gave a wussup like MartinChill kid Im startinI beg your pardonGot it locked like a wardenApplaudin cuz I got the illified flowYa know the flowYo Mr. Man steal the showHecka-hecka-heck yeahJust cuz Im the lyrical master blasterCapitol-rapitol M/R/M/A/NSo I rhyme faster than ya momsCould make a batch of big brown booger snacksWhen I Doodle-da-doot-doot-doot ATTACK.(Chorus 8X)(Y-Tee/Big Light)Pon de attacka break a DJ offa his spotBut if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on topPon de attack break a DJ offa his spotBut if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up onNo me says break a leg a leg an dis boy cant jumpBecause fe line shoulda drop an rise to the topAn lissen a rudebwoy know yall cant stopBuck a bust those shot a try they move dey assAn but dem wrote demCuz when dey can notSo nigga fling two thingSo bucks those shotSome brand new tuneAn put dey pon topBecause me rough, me toughMe light, me blackMe charm, me thinMe sting, me shotMe quick, no falseMe rap, me trackMe leave em on top a dey roof an make dey cant come backAn if a DJ ever test a might to chop dem footMic take one, twoAn bombed on dey squadAn buck a real shotWhen me tryfe on dey trackBuss some buss someAn me goes to have funAn lissen to bush babbes cuz we run things hard too.(Chorus 8X)