Boom Boom-Singer J

Boom Boom - Various Artists Hanging around, got the 40oz. sitting with my homiez Cigarette pack in the back 'cuz ya know me Smother than satin harder than a rock Ya itchin' at my jock boy, ya lookin' at a glock 'Cuz I don't play dat lookin' for the 5-0, put me in the pen 'Cuz I stumble like a wino, drank a lot of booze Falling to the concrete and my head pounding Like an 808 drum beat Gotta git paid so I'm steppin' into the party When I do my thang all the suckas grabbin' their hotties The lyrical latin, yes, they all know about me When the turn they back, “Where she at,” we outty Call it smooth lingo I got somethin' for ya Let a brother score ya then I never saw ya Till maybe next week 'cuz ya looking so fly Don't worry 'bout ya guy 'cuz I brung 'em out to dry Boom, boom, boom Sucka welcome to the city Boom, boom, boom Yeah, yeah now I gotta kick it, gotta got wicked Yup that's the ticket, even though I do it like the hood way Don't you know even Cube had a good day Won't you chill to a gangster's flavor Won't you savor what the Jay gave ya and if ya can't chill With your head high, a raw soul brother will hang you out to dry Back on the ave, coming out wit D.O.Dillinger Ralp Me doing it like G.O.'s where's the action 'Cuz I'm still maxin' like Freddy Jackson Yeah, relaxin', passin' the sack out bust a lil' mack out baby, baby Set lil' back out with the bass kick from the Pioneer speaker Jump in the van now we can freak 'er Call up ya friendz then we'll do a hookup I got my endz so now I wannna book up, to the park Where the young kids thumpin' after dark We always into somethin' maybe then we'll visit the club The pub, the tub 'cuz I gotta a lot of love For the git down so don't ask why? Ya better ask somebody I'll hang ya out ta dry Boom, boom, boom