Homeboy Sandman - Bamboo lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - Bamboo lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aight?
Yo, this is going out to my
Main man Aja yo the translator, yo
Yo, I'm recording this in
Tokyo with an engineer
That don't speak english y'know
What I'm saying?
And gotta catch the train that
Shuts down in ten minutes
Y'know what I'm saying?
We gonna get it right though
Sand is making art again, pardon him
He'll relieve himself on any
Lawn that needs watering
That's how come the DJs give
Him ads ad nauseum 'Cause of that gardening
He'll get it popping in the UK Parliament
He'll get it popping like
The kumite tournament
He'll get it popping like all the
Guys in Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
He'll leave you hanging like
A holiday ornament holy shit
Name all in your mouth like it was Poligrip
Now the kid is sicker than his azazel with
A nasal drip and ain't a bit
Nervous at your service motherfucker
Free the slaves
To save the union, move some unit's
Keep it moving like a trucker
Out in Brooklyn I'll be
Looking at the clouds, new York's dead
Out in Brooklyn I'll be
Looking at the clowns, there be
Crowds of them homie there be droves of them
Loads of them but, you know something? Yo
I don't even mind I just put em
In a rhyme 'cause it rhymed
Predecessor to the iPhone
Was a eye for a eye
All the glory be to God so I god glorify
The cornea of the storm and
End a story going hahaha
No L-O-L, lift you like a kettlebell
Word to mother chocolate covered caramel
I will tell the devil he can go
To hell before I take an L
Go for dolo, take a photo
And I can flow like Quasimoto ring a bell
That's why I hold it the belt
Bald and bearded, kinda built
Quick to lace a doubter with a cow to milk
Plus I got a goddess i protect
From getting hurt or getting killed
Not only that but if I was Scottish
I would probably rock a kilt most slept on
But i'll fluff your pillow for a half a mil'
I might just pick a weeping
Willow or a daffodil
But wait i need to take a pill to chill
And I never say lit or swag or trill
Not the type to drop a body in a landfill
More the type you might find
Partying to Johnny Gill
When I was two months old my
Uncle taught me how to grill
Then nicknamed me 'The Carpenter' 'cause
I knew how to build first it was with Legos
Then it was with Play-Doh
People said that's dangerous in a cradle
Really what do they know?
The boner made of caramel part sweet potato
Owner of the parallel parked winnebago
Yo, this is going out to my
Main man Aja yo the translator, yo
Yo, I'm recording this in
Tokyo with an engineer
That don't speak english y'know
What I'm saying?
And gotta catch the train that
Shuts down in ten minutes
Y'know what I'm saying?
We gonna get it right though
Sand is making art again, pardon him
He'll relieve himself on any
Lawn that needs watering
That's how come the DJs give
Him ads ad nauseum 'Cause of that gardening
He'll get it popping in the UK Parliament
He'll get it popping like
The kumite tournament
He'll get it popping like all the
Guys in Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
He'll leave you hanging like
A holiday ornament holy shit
Name all in your mouth like it was Poligrip
Now the kid is sicker than his azazel with
A nasal drip and ain't a bit
Nervous at your service motherfucker
Free the slaves
To save the union, move some unit's
Keep it moving like a trucker
Out in Brooklyn I'll be
Looking at the clouds, new York's dead
Out in Brooklyn I'll be
Looking at the clowns, there be
Crowds of them homie there be droves of them
Loads of them but, you know something? Yo
I don't even mind I just put em
In a rhyme 'cause it rhymed
Predecessor to the iPhone
Was a eye for a eye
All the glory be to God so I god glorify
The cornea of the storm and
End a story going hahaha
No L-O-L, lift you like a kettlebell
Word to mother chocolate covered caramel
I will tell the devil he can go
To hell before I take an L
Go for dolo, take a photo
And I can flow like Quasimoto ring a bell
That's why I hold it the belt
Bald and bearded, kinda built
Quick to lace a doubter with a cow to milk
Plus I got a goddess i protect
From getting hurt or getting killed
Not only that but if I was Scottish
I would probably rock a kilt most slept on
But i'll fluff your pillow for a half a mil'
I might just pick a weeping
Willow or a daffodil
But wait i need to take a pill to chill
And I never say lit or swag or trill
Not the type to drop a body in a landfill
More the type you might find
Partying to Johnny Gill
When I was two months old my
Uncle taught me how to grill
Then nicknamed me 'The Carpenter' 'cause
I knew how to build first it was with Legos
Then it was with Play-Doh
People said that's dangerous in a cradle
Really what do they know?
The boner made of caramel part sweet potato
Owner of the parallel parked winnebago