Текст (слова) песни: Keith Murray f Hurricane Gee, Paul Hight - Bom Bom Zee

[Keith Murray]
Yo this is Keith Murray and Hurricane G with the bom bom zee
Trey deep takin to the streets
We straight ball hoggin, word up
Niggaz know what time it is
Straight up
Straight motherfuckin Def Squad, L.O.D.

We can stand in the water and can`t get wet
Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

[Paul Hightower] Gl-or-ia!!

[Hurricane G]
Hey fun-ny, what`s up with that money grip, yeahhh
Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip
the master, the ultimate funk, freak-er
I`m unique, I got soul out my sneak-er
A dope female, with the fat tail
I never liked college, so yo, fuck Yale!
If you don`t know me by now I`m Puerto Rican
(When the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin!)
The Bad Mamma Jama, still bust the grammar
Fuck the bullshit, let`s get legit
Yes me the Hurricane yo I pack skills
So I keep on steppin like I`m doin drills
Hut one, two, charge enlarge
God damn, so don`t fuck around with the jam!
Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it
Don`t flex, in my pocketbook I pack a biscuit
I blow your ass out (click click BOOYAKA)
How`s that? Now peep the size of my gat
I`m gassed, so motherfuckers kiss my ass
My whole ass; my entire big fat ol` ass!

[Keith Murray]
Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin yeah!)
Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin yeah!)

[Paul Hightower] Ke-ii-thhh!!!

[Keith Murray]
The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic *car tires squeal*
Not havin it, bashin your style I`m somethin drastic
Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin who
wanna step in the helm of the realm of the Def Squad crew (Def Squad!!)
I shoot the gift like SWISH drinkin Olde English
Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this
Pissed ain`t the word so observe -- how I break
your flow down through science, and kick you to the curb
Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry
You see me, G, we or E and somethin out this anatomy
Found the words of motherfuckin technology
(like that) and we out

[Paul Hightower]
It`s the bom bom zee, ohhh yeah
With Keith Murray, and Hurricane G...
For y`all that don`t know -- ya betta ask somebody!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Keith Murray f Hurricane Gee, Paul Hight - Bom Bom Zee [Keith Murray] Yo this is Keith Murray and Hurricane G with the bom bom zee Trey deep takin to the streets We straight ball hoggin, word up Niggaz know what time it is Straight up Straight motherfuckin Def Squad, L.O.D. We can stand in the water and can`t get wet Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck [Paul Hightower] Gl-or-ia!! [Hurricane G] Hey fun-ny, what`s up with that money grip, yeahhh Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip the master, the ultimate funk, freak-er I`m unique, I got soul out my sneak-er A dope female, with the fat tail I never liked college, so yo, fuck Yale! If you don`t know me by now I`m Puerto Rican (When the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin!) The Bad Mamma Jama, still bust the grammar Fuck the bullshit, let`s get legit Yes me the Hurricane yo I pack skills So I keep on steppin like I`m doin drills Hut one, two, charge enlarge God damn, so don`t fuck around with the jam! Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it Don`t flex, in my pocketbook I pack a biscuit I blow your ass out (click click BOOYAKA) How`s that? Now peep the size of my gat I`m gassed, so motherfuckers kiss my ass My whole ass; my entire big fat ol` ass! [Keith Murray] Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin yeah!) Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin yeah!) [Paul Hightower] Ke-ii-thhh!!! [Keith Murray] The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic car tires squeal Not havin it, bashin your style I`m somethin drastic Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin who wanna step in the helm of the realm of the Def Squad crew (Def Squad!!) I shoot the gift like SWISH drinkin Olde English Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this Pissed ain`t the word so observe -- how I break your flow down through science, and kick you to the curb Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry You see me, G, we or E and somethin out this anatomy Found the words of motherfuckin technology (like that) and we out [Paul Hightower] It`s the bom bom zee, ohhh yeah With Keith Murray, and Hurricane G... For y`all that don`t know -- ya betta ask somebody! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bom Bom Zee: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/5735.html Все тексты песен: Keith Murray f Hurricane Gee, Paul Hight » Keith Murray f Hurricane Gee, Paul Hight - Bom Bom Zee Рекомендуем скачать: » Григорий Бронштейн - Лунный гороскоп... » Гарик Кричевский - Осенний вечер » Геннадий Иванов - Приморили, гады » Гарин Юрий - День донора » Герман Корнилов - Мосты и реки » Георгий Васильев - Шел, вздыхал да охал... » Григорий Данской - Удав » Геннадий Васильев - Памяти барда Леонида Семакова » Геннадий Васильев - Песня про кота, который не умел говорить, или Профсоюзная песенка о неизбежности диктатуры пролетари » Геннадий Жаров - Мыкаюсь по свету » Геннадий Чугуев - Стук. Колесный шум нас провожает... » Георгий Васильев - Вечный думатель (Всесоюзному фестивалю самодеятельной песни) » Геннадий Жуков - Бескрылый ветряк в дельте Дона » Гнус - Грусть » Георгий Дубенецкий - Монолог настоящего горнолыжника в разговоре с человеком, который ни разу не бывал в горах » Гера Грач - Северная История » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Я бесполезен! » Григорий Дикштейн - Не искушай (Прощанье с летом 1989-го) » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Боевой стимул » Геннадий Перевалов - Когда-нибудь настанет время...
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