Ever Gonna Hear You L - Boom Lyrics
Ever Gonna Hear You L - Boom Lyrics
Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track Stop as we drop this bomb Blow up this place like another Vietnam Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome Back up son give me room give me room To set it off like this don't give it up I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough Real hard to the bone you want more I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door Phat flavor for your brain you know the time So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine Roll up on you like Eastwood Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood I spreads butter like Parkay Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay Do what you feel and check the skill I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal In your Jeep Cherokee or Land Cruiser When you're rolling through the hood you want use a Track like this all up in your eardrum So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum And gets crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack Round one round two knock out Straight to your head like my round never lights out Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away Got more lines than the welfare office Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this? Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it Crude as oil unrefined but slick I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to Your sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-que Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking I squeak like Stephen Hawkins yeah but I'm walkin' Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna hear you Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
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Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track Stop as we drop this bomb Blow up this place like another Vietnam Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome Back up son give me room give me room To set it off like this don't give it up I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough Real hard to the bone you want more I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door Phat flavor for your brain you know the time So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine Roll up on you like Eastwood Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood I spreads butter like Parkay Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay Do what you feel and check the skill I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal In your Jeep Cherokee or Land Cruiser When you're rolling through the hood you want use a Track like this all up in your eardrum So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum And gets crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack Round one round two knock out Straight to your head like my round never lights out Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away Got more lines than the welfare office Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this? Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it Crude as oil unrefined but slick I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to Your sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-que Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking I squeak like Stephen Hawkins yeah but I'm walkin' Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna hear you Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a