Bambu - Boom lyrics
[Bambu - Boom lyrics]
I've been smoking marijuana J's all day
Thinking "Good God Almighty
I've been smoking all day"
Now I'm high, thinking "Shit
I should write a couple raps" now I'm high
Thinking "J's got some mahfuckin' blaps"
Yeah, yeah you heard it right
I fist fight with socialites
I run around with socialists
You Masa, you my A-Alike
I hear fight 'bout to pop and
I'm always down for a scuffle
Put that pistol back before you
Make mad in this mahfucka
Old school heads say I'm dope (Aye, you dope)
New school heads sayyyyy
"I don't know rap music
But your ass movement" we the mass movement
Working class southern Cali shit o-o-o-oow
And booming and booming on
That bass drum supplied
By that Jake One guy homie, fuck one time
When you say it in a song
It ain't nearly quite as strong
As when you say the same thing
With a rifle in your arm
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, someone turn me up
(turn me up)
Ayo, ayo, someone turn me up (turn me up)
Ayo, ayo, ayo, someone turn me up
(turn me up) ayo, ayo, ayo, Jake turn me up
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick boom
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick boom
Yeah, yeah
You might've heard I've been at it few years
I was there when the
Alitron on Vermont burned
I've earned the reputed reputation of a guy
Who ain't shy
Tell a rapper to his face I don't like
And like what you 'bout to do?
Make a diss rap for me?
While your home girl opening my
Disc wrap for me writing on her CD, "Peace
Serve the people please, "
Read books
When I'm done they get used to break weed
Then we break it down, build it up
Talk about it dialectic rhetoric, fuck it
(Homie let's be 'bout it, 'bout it)
Bout the time we get recognized
Bunch will organize guys with my brothers
Sisters and my family at my side
I don't know, i do know that I've been
Poisoned since my school lunch
Rather have a million comrades
Than a million bucks rather help care be for
Everyone than for some
It's that working class southern
Cali shit homie o-o-o-oow
And booming and booming on
That bass drum supplied
By that Jake One guy homie, fuck one time
When you say it in a song
It ain't nearly quite as strong
As when you say the same thing
With a rifle in your arm
"Boom ping ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring"
- Da Lench Mob 'Guerillas In The Mist'
Thinking "Good God Almighty
I've been smoking all day"
Now I'm high, thinking "Shit
I should write a couple raps" now I'm high
Thinking "J's got some mahfuckin' blaps"
Yeah, yeah you heard it right
I fist fight with socialites
I run around with socialists
You Masa, you my A-Alike
I hear fight 'bout to pop and
I'm always down for a scuffle
Put that pistol back before you
Make mad in this mahfucka
Old school heads say I'm dope (Aye, you dope)
New school heads sayyyyy
"I don't know rap music
But your ass movement" we the mass movement
Working class southern Cali shit o-o-o-oow
And booming and booming on
That bass drum supplied
By that Jake One guy homie, fuck one time
When you say it in a song
It ain't nearly quite as strong
As when you say the same thing
With a rifle in your arm
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, someone turn me up
(turn me up)
Ayo, ayo, someone turn me up (turn me up)
Ayo, ayo, ayo, someone turn me up
(turn me up) ayo, ayo, ayo, Jake turn me up
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick boom
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick boom
Yeah, yeah
You might've heard I've been at it few years
I was there when the
Alitron on Vermont burned
I've earned the reputed reputation of a guy
Who ain't shy
Tell a rapper to his face I don't like
And like what you 'bout to do?
Make a diss rap for me?
While your home girl opening my
Disc wrap for me writing on her CD, "Peace
Serve the people please, "
Read books
When I'm done they get used to break weed
Then we break it down, build it up
Talk about it dialectic rhetoric, fuck it
(Homie let's be 'bout it, 'bout it)
Bout the time we get recognized
Bunch will organize guys with my brothers
Sisters and my family at my side
I don't know, i do know that I've been
Poisoned since my school lunch
Rather have a million comrades
Than a million bucks rather help care be for
Everyone than for some
It's that working class southern
Cali shit homie o-o-o-oow
And booming and booming on
That bass drum supplied
By that Jake One guy homie, fuck one time
When you say it in a song
It ain't nearly quite as strong
As when you say the same thing
With a rifle in your arm
"Boom ping ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring"
- Da Lench Mob 'Guerillas In The Mist'