can hear our praise We go ... 'Cause we're boomin' out the stereo system This goes out to anyone listening Boomin' out the stereo system Here to rep the most high with this one Boomin
re boomin' out the stereo system This goes out to anyone listening Boomin' out the stereosystem Here to rep the most high with this one Boomin' out the stereo system This goes out to anyone listening Boomin
the beat system boomin' Dig the groove we're abusin' Feel the beat system boomin' Dig the groove we're abusin' Feel the beat system boomin' Dig the
my system's fly Cars ride by with the boomin' systems Cars ride by with the boomin' systems Cars ride by with the boomin' systems Cars ride by with the boomin
here she comes - she's the one once again - right back at you baby respect little girls boomin' at your woman - yeah - you're boomin' at ya motherfucker
Crazy convict, don't take no shit Since age 13 I was ill legit I had a problem with homicide, crazy ass suicide Sucka mothafuckin' pussy dreams and I
Like clockwork, my jock hurt 'cause I bone so many ho's, that's how it goes This is anotha one them sex, triple X And if you listen to my tune, you
Im not a atheist... Oh, he let me grow up in the mother fucking ghetto Thanks for nothin' mother fucker thats for real One of the ten commandments
Listen 'cause this is the sound of a crucifix The U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous The unholy poetry is for
Son of a bitch, Jason wants to slit his wrists But I'll tell you like this, should'nt take the risk Knowin the consequences well The suicidal suckers
Well I met this girl I was dazey crazy for the ho The bitch took my feelin's and phazed me, I know I shoulda watch my back but I did'nt so My
Shit, you been talkin' might have once been true But I don't think this time your motherfucking punk will do Ladies and gentlemen here he is The man that
N-H-O-L-Y-L-Y-O-H-N-U To rock a ryhme I wont pretend to Next on the menu, funky rhyme descends to Love the way the bass go boom on ten Let me bust
This is the beginin' of another sin, All yall welcome to hell, 'cause my record's spinnin', So many cryed 'cause the rhythm and I'm stil grinnin', And
Bitches like niggaz to dog them out So I'm here to let you know what they all about Don't hesitate to smack her She like's when you mack her Play
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Time to get ill, my mic starts
(CHORUS) Some old wicket shit Some old wicket shit (for you) Some old wicket shit (for you) Midnight's the witches hour And your outside Somebody played
Im buzzin, I need some True Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow Cop me some Tops and Im ready