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Текст (слова) песни- Boom Bashin - Masta Ase, Inc. Текст (слова) песни: Masta Ase, Inc. - Boom Bashin
Here comes the boom, with the hip hop bash as I smash and crash How many gangsta rappers are gonna last? Not one, they got done, I had fun doin em and screwin em and booin em and chewin em I`m slick and I`m quick, up my sleeve is a trick Hey! So what, I use funky drummers, suck my dick. I`m still thick, with murderous beats and heavy kick and I`m sick of the so-called shots ya gonna lick I slam and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slam don`t eat spinach but I yam what I yam death-defyin like a circus, I work this mic, you can`t jerk this, off-beat on purpose I never smoke dope, I don`t carry a nine I ain`t no hustler with bitches on my mind gangstas are swimming in the water, I oughta, boom bash and slaughta I`ma break it down, and I do mean down, yo way down, so far downtown the devil`s gonna call it underground and niggaz betta know the fuckin score cuz I`m raw, like eddy, and like confetti they get tore up, from the floor, up, there`s no time and my spits gettin sprayed in ya face as I rhyme so run run run, ya better head for the hills get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide pills and a rope for ya neck, and a razor for your wrists cuz I`m pissed, and it`s suicide to battle this ummm, highly explosive, material grand imperial, pour me on cereal cuz I flow from the belly of a cow wipe ya brow, how ya like me now You can get with this, or you can get with that but you can`t get with the man with the mad snap hat I take em out with one blow to the cerebellum and tell `em, my jams are so funky you can smell `em rhyme for rhyme, head for head with a one go i come from brooklyn, it`s wild like a jungle yeah, you might get a cap jack, ya act wack, I carry a can of flat black in my napsack lookin for a wall to tag up, and brag up and rag up, yo nigga yo digga raise the flag up I click click my heels, and good is how it feels there`s no place like home and chrome on ya wheels chasin through the projects, I lose you hope I didn`t bruise you, I cruise through your neighborhood, in a chevrolet impala dropped to the ground and, makin the girls holla rollin, rollin, rollin, I`m rollin sorry officer, the car ain`t stolen i really don`t care what you thought of me i oughta be, far from orderly in my fashion, i boom and i bash and
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