Assis ent' deux chaises, Cupidon est ben mal a l'aise Pour s'enligner correctement, avec sa mire a sentiments Y voudrait ben tirer quequ'part, mais y
can keep your eyes clean Look to Looney Tunes, we lowered, the boom [Chorus] [Boom Skwad] Lower da boom.. Spark that blunt.. Lower da boom, ya got to lower da boom
go Everybody's gonna get down.. let's go! This is our plan understand We're blastin out music from a foreign land Reggae and soul, punk, rock and roll, boom-box
to be posing nude in front of frozen food. Hook, line, and sinker but a bookbinder thinker might blow a fuse. When a tube sock hand puppet pontificates, Iseek a boom-box
Chorus 1/2 Verse Five: Ras Kass I peep game and get recognized, biting on the hard liquor toothpick and beedy-dyin Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other
Yeah, gather round the sound It don?t get better, gather ?Round the sound Come on, gather round the sound. CHORUS I roll at light speed Through space and time With a boom box
shooter loaded with rhymes Waitin for the right second then I'm goin for mine Put my hands on the handle, my finger's on the trigger PULL IT {*BOOM*}
Blank, bitch, so don't fuck with me I hope you didn't get confused When those punk-ass other niggas tried to step in my shoes Who knocked them hoes out the box
[Scarface:] You gotta let your nuts hang... BOOM BOOM BOOM on your black ass, bitch! Here's another hit from my shit I made a couple of moves and five
and niggas don't wanna fuck with me the why I spills caps nigga I'm the quickest shot Out of my niggas 79 Cadillac sunroof BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
the mouth Boom go the wicked clowns, southwest down From Pluto to Uranus we underground famous For doom, and either way bass booms IN YO FACE! I shook
living room all to ourselves, you see We'll put on some great DVD's I picked up How bout like, something like the Matrix Ooooo Ahhhhh I can turn my boom box
compatible A hustler not a rapper dude, don't make me have to clap a few Wrap ya dude, Blat ya through Nigga, fuck a stash box, I got a box in the stash
yo, chill [cars honking] [other] What? [Kwest] How you gonna go after some girl and you drivin? Keep your eyes on the road [V.I.M. commercial comes on radio] [other
came out untouched I'm too much, whenever the microphone is in my clutch I get props, I get stopped by the cops That's how it is hops, when my tape's in a box
on the walk to school She ain't worried bout these other little kids Cause she told me Everdyday they sayin something new And you always got the illest kicks Boom Boom
[Lord Jazz cuts and scratches 'Chief Rocka'] [Verse One: Mr. Funke] Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka Rock it down, so jump up off the tip
bein' human every morning (chorus) Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap can I hear it once again Boom Bap tell your neighbour tell afriend every box