Da Bush Babees - Pon de AttackLyrics

(Bae-be -Face Kaos/Lee Majors) Sometimes I get so wild I blow up (POW) Here I come now Check out the new style Oh my god child Here comes the word dripper Word to black tripper Lyrical whipper slicker nigger Case closed like a zipper I?ll flip ya with the style on the mic From the arm at PM dawn Next plan is hype So I excite to hold tight The underground sounds Jus got off Jacobs ladder (So won't you let me come down) Let me come down I?ll kill someone With the gats son at least some men are in Some say I'm awesome Jus like John I got the whole Single -ton on your back An? its like that So I drive girls crazy Ask Mrs. Daisy Jump up an praise me Nobody can phase me I amaze me 'cause yo my Tracks got the boomers Kickin? the shit that Make ya back flip outcha bloomers I?ll murder him I?ll murder them Put me on the track For black I?ll kill them (Y-Tee/Big Light) Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shock Inside the clip man qwe load up the glock On shot tocks so we hafta bust shot Start from the bottom make we rise to the top (Bae-be -Face Kaos/Lee Majors) I ROCK Hip hop the best G I snipe just like wesley Crunch like nestle Tell me who's the best G Bush Babee bad man I?ll flip the rap Got the hand on the gat Plus I'm on the attack (Chorus 8X) Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack (Mr. Man) Ya just can't stop The rhymantically dreadified Lyrically ill Booger pickin? Butt scrathin? Heads a flyin, the illest Or should I say The most illified Type of hyperactive Lyricalmatical Boombastically bonified Hyper technical Unforgattable Crazy sweatable Individual Quick to put up a battle Rowdy, rapper goes bazootey Baggin? up the goodies The rough rasta bootey Mr. man is attackin that's when I get conniving So hold your freaking horses The boss is arriving. I gave a ?wussup? like Martin Chill kid I'm startin? I beg your pardon Got it locked like a warden Applaudin? 'cause I got the illified flow Ya know the flow Yo Mr. Man steal the show Hecka-hecka-heck yeah Just 'cause I'm the lyrical master blaster Capitol-rapitol M/R/M/A/N So I rhyme faster than ya moms Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks When I Doodle-da-doot-doot-doot ATTACK. (Chorus 8X) (Y-Tee/Big Light) Pon de attacka break a DJ offa his spot But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on top Pon de attack break a DJ offa his spot But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on No me says break a leg a leg an dis boy can't jump Because fe line shoulda drop an? rise to the top An? lissen a? rudebwoy know y'all can't stop Buck a bust those shot a try they move dey ass An? but dem wrote dem 'cause when dey can not So nigga fling two thing So bucks those shot Some brand new tune An? put dey pon top Because me rough, me tough Me light, me black Me charm, me thin Me sting, me shot Me quick, no false Me rap, me track Me leave em on top a dey roof an make dey can't come back An? if a DJ ever test a might to chop dem foot Mic take one, two An? bombed on dey squad An? buck a real shot When me tryfe on dey track Buss some buss some An? me goes to have fun An? lissen to bush babbes 'cause we run things hard too. (Chorus 8X)