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Boom (X3) Lyrics - Artist : Injury Reserve
How many trains will make that, yo
Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street My nigga, like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see And you still learning about the birds and the bees My nigga, you knew, knew, knew We be up all night, just murdering beats And had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of me Tell me like who, who, who Started making a name and now they knockin' it Fuck the city up whenever we droppin' shit Created a sound, they started jockin' it Don't put on for the scene, 'cause we not in it I'm not tryna make a scene But is it still a scene if it's not heard or seen? Don't worry about us, nigga, worry about your team Tryna get this cream 'cause they say cash rules And you know all of Parker's beats are cashews Ain't nothin' but a thang, put bass in your... Put bass in your voice if you're gonna speak my name Damn near 30, grown ass nigga We a dynasty, word to Jigga Rockin' and I'm rollin', drive it like it's stolen No sick calls, bro, I always go in Still bumping Jill, nigga, life is golden Yo, how many trains will make that, yo Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street My nigga, like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see You still learning about the birds and the bees My nigga, you knew, knew, knew We be up all night, just murdering beats And had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of me Tell me like who, who, who See, me, I ain't fuckin' with none of that chit-chat That he-say, she- say shit about this cat That "Well, I ain't heard he had", nigga, just get back That old, white nigga saying, "See, I don't do the rap Thing, but I can actually understand you, I dig that And you ain't talking 'bout all the guns and you flip crack" Well, listen up, Baxter, well, see, I get that But we won't agree on as much as you think, Jack And then we got the old heads going "What's up with the ghost-writing thing, my nigga? I don't get that See, back in my day, you had to write and spit raps" Isn't Ice Cube writing 6-4 a known fact? They even put it in a movie, nigga, explain that That's no shade, they ain't even try go and change that And here we go back again with all that chit-chat The he-say, she-say, nigga, just spit raps Yo, how many trains will make that, yo Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street My nigga, like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see You still learning about the birds and the bees My nigga, you knew, knew, knew We be up all night, just murdering beats And had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of me Tell me like who, who, who |
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