Sap, Hodgy, Mike Zombie, Hit-Boy - Boom Bap lyrics

Yeah, and I know you from where?
I don’t know you man

I’m more fly than how fast time pass
Relax out in palm beach while I palm ass
She a bad bitch over there with a wine glass
If anybody smashed I’ll be damned if I’m last
I love hitting big booty bitches
That love to watch Love and Hip-Hop
I love to run in flip flops
Only rolling with big shots
Car dealerships the only time I
Shop at big lots
And any time that I start dropping
Boy you don’t get hot
Hoes know my name well like they birth me
One bitch acting new and never heard me
I’m well hydrated I never was thirsty
A white bitch with a black
Eye never was Fergie
These niggas beating hoes down like pow
And every time I see it
Go down I’m like "wow"
And anyways we need a bunch
Of bottles right now
My ears ringing yo I mean it’s quite loud
But still

Hit-Boy turned a little to a lot
Throw it in the grease watch
It sizzle in the pot
Dribbling the rocks send a signal to the spot
Get banged for your bucks and
A missile at your top hB run the route
Still busting moves like Joe Jackson child
Sub on loud while we puffing on loud
The market dirty
Need a clean up on the aisle
Copped the whole thing though
Go half or nothing
She gonna go fast like Bo Jackson rushing
BC in the white Benz, pulling up thumping
And we go back like 4 flats on a bucket
Out the sunroof screaming fuck it
Out in public you gotta love it
The days when we was younger was the roughest
Now it’s nothing to hit the
Mall and go stupid
Plugged in the game and we
Still got it zoomin

I can’t say I got
Attention hyperactive disorder
All the water broke and the
Doctor diagnosed me with this
My motor mouth is premium this is
Grade A what I spit
But not the type to gass you up
The type to push German whips
It’s only footwear on the couches when
You look at my fit
And I ain’t fucking a bottle because
Those bitches don’t get a tip
Stumbling over like speech impediments
Over the fifth
Henny straighter than homophobics ain’t
No soda with this
Who you know but this that rap like this
You’re two headed monsters I’m
A fucking lochness
Four in the morning young ZO was still at it
They can’t get enough of these
Bars like Xan addicts
Momma always knew I wasn’t normal like Norman
She know my bass come hit these
Bitches until motels are not bit's
Now every time I’m out I see them mouth
And they like "that’s Mike Zombie"
The looking at me while I’m looking
At them dead in the face

Fuck me and get a slip disc
Who is- this? Hodgy back for busi-ness
Get chips and dip like I’m frying fish sticks
I’m with a- chicken head and she dickin shit
And when I win the bread I
Know the bitches with this shit
She like expensive hairdos and golden bamboos
She rolled up a fat L
And smoked them grams too
I get it back and take a swim like shamoo
I condition my women minus the shampoo
I’m pegging on her leggings while I
Hold on to her handle
I’m up before the sun up
I’m blowing out a candle
She up like what the fuck is
Up with records to scramble
That’s what the fuck is up
With breakfast I scrambled
She woke up and discovered I left the channel
A block anglo sax and rambo attack
Lambo car jack and catch but
The handles attached to me