Sean Price, 5 Ft. Accelerator - Boom Bye Yeah lyrics
[Sean Price, 5 Ft. Accelerator - Boom Bye Yeah lyrics]
Shut the fuck up and, and
Record the shit man
'fore I come up there and bet
The shit out you b
Word up, Boom Bye yeah, nigga, let's go
Yeah, come on, yeah, come on (yeah)
Yeah, throw ya' hands up (yeah)
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah (what up?)
Sean P! (what up?) Sean P! (what up?)
Get at these niggas, son!
You can catch me in a tenement
Doing too much drugs
Straight Jimi Hendrix-in'
Pop's a drinker, my mom's on dope
Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both
Popping some pills, sniffing a line
Drinking some wine
Up in the club, grabbing my gun
Fucking with Shyne bling bling
(bling bling) , it's a Sean Price thing
Too many clowns want the crown
But there only one king
I'm, the king ask Rock, there is none higher
Bitch-ass niggas better call me sire
Burn my kingdom, must use fire
Big bag of weed, a dutch and some E-Z Wider
Yo, Ruck had a drug habit and all
Bust matics
Chrome static I ain't fucking wit' y'all
Don't get my hands dirty
I got goons that spray
Quick to kill a motherfucker
Like boom bye yeah
Dru Ha, what up? yeah, yeah
Buckshot, what up? yeah, yeah
Big Rock, what up? Yo, yo
Tek and Steel what up? Yo
"First name Sean, last name Price"
I step in the ring weighing an even 200
Lost twenty pounds in B-ville
Fucking around with E pills
So I took a trip to Jack LaLanne
Got my weight back like that
When I snatched the chain
Duke I'm hardcore, far more than the average
In Job Corps, I smoke more than you bastards
Y'all niggas ain't fucking with Ruck
Wilding out like it's dust in my dutch
Motherfucker
Stupid bitches think the God got plenty dough
Just because they saw a motherfucker
Up on Jenny Jones
Have to step back and laugh at these hoes
I'm Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know
Nice to meet ya'
Ike Turner when rocking the wife beater
You step on my toes
Hoes and you're wiping my sneakers yeah
Rustee Juxx, what up? Yo, yo
Illa Noyz, what up? Yo, yo
Elroy, what up? Yo, yo sethlow, what up? Yo
"First name Sean, last name Price"
You can say what you want
Just spell my name right
First name Sean, last name Price
Nigga I'm David Ruffin in the flesh
Fucked up in the game, but never the less
I'm the best
Y'all, niggas be rhyming about nothing
I rhyme about nothing
And sound like something
I used to sell crack and listen to Redman
Now I smoke black, while
I'm getting some head, damn
Sean Price, always broker than most
That's why the gun smoke chokin' ya' folks
Stick 'em up
Put ya' hands where my eyes can see
Yo this ain't Busta Rhymes, bang!
Bust a nine, bang! Roughest and toughest
So don't fuck with mine
I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em
Before he fuck with mine, yo
What up? GRB, what up?
Dan The Man, what up? Sean Price, what up?
"Sean Price"
Record the shit man
'fore I come up there and bet
The shit out you b
Word up, Boom Bye yeah, nigga, let's go
Yeah, come on, yeah, come on (yeah)
Yeah, throw ya' hands up (yeah)
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah (what up?)
Sean P! (what up?) Sean P! (what up?)
Get at these niggas, son!
You can catch me in a tenement
Doing too much drugs
Straight Jimi Hendrix-in'
Pop's a drinker, my mom's on dope
Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both
Popping some pills, sniffing a line
Drinking some wine
Up in the club, grabbing my gun
Fucking with Shyne bling bling
(bling bling) , it's a Sean Price thing
Too many clowns want the crown
But there only one king
I'm, the king ask Rock, there is none higher
Bitch-ass niggas better call me sire
Burn my kingdom, must use fire
Big bag of weed, a dutch and some E-Z Wider
Yo, Ruck had a drug habit and all
Bust matics
Chrome static I ain't fucking wit' y'all
Don't get my hands dirty
I got goons that spray
Quick to kill a motherfucker
Like boom bye yeah
Dru Ha, what up? yeah, yeah
Buckshot, what up? yeah, yeah
Big Rock, what up? Yo, yo
Tek and Steel what up? Yo
"First name Sean, last name Price"
I step in the ring weighing an even 200
Lost twenty pounds in B-ville
Fucking around with E pills
So I took a trip to Jack LaLanne
Got my weight back like that
When I snatched the chain
Duke I'm hardcore, far more than the average
In Job Corps, I smoke more than you bastards
Y'all niggas ain't fucking with Ruck
Wilding out like it's dust in my dutch
Motherfucker
Stupid bitches think the God got plenty dough
Just because they saw a motherfucker
Up on Jenny Jones
Have to step back and laugh at these hoes
I'm Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know
Nice to meet ya'
Ike Turner when rocking the wife beater
You step on my toes
Hoes and you're wiping my sneakers yeah
Rustee Juxx, what up? Yo, yo
Illa Noyz, what up? Yo, yo
Elroy, what up? Yo, yo sethlow, what up? Yo
"First name Sean, last name Price"
You can say what you want
Just spell my name right
First name Sean, last name Price
Nigga I'm David Ruffin in the flesh
Fucked up in the game, but never the less
I'm the best
Y'all, niggas be rhyming about nothing
I rhyme about nothing
And sound like something
I used to sell crack and listen to Redman
Now I smoke black, while
I'm getting some head, damn
Sean Price, always broker than most
That's why the gun smoke chokin' ya' folks
Stick 'em up
Put ya' hands where my eyes can see
Yo this ain't Busta Rhymes, bang!
Bust a nine, bang! Roughest and toughest
So don't fuck with mine
I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em
Before he fuck with mine, yo
What up? GRB, what up?
Dan The Man, what up? Sean Price, what up?
"Sean Price"