Da Bush Babees Pon De Attack Lyrics

Pon De Attack Lyrics

(Bae B 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
Ill 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 wont you
let me come down)
Let me come down Ill kill someone
With the gats son at
least some men are in
Some say Im 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 cuz yo my
Tracks got the boomers
Kickin the shit that
Make ya
back flip outcha bloomers
Ill murder him
Ill murder them
Put me on the
track
For black Ill 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-B-Face Kaos/Lee Majors)
I ROCK
Hip hop the best G
I snipe
just like wesley
Crunch like nestle
Tell me whos the best G
Bush Babee
bad man
Ill flip the rap
Got the hand on the gat
Plus Im on the
attack
(Chorus 8X)
Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack
(Mr.
Man)
Ya just cant 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
Thats when I get conniving
So hold
your freaking horses
The boss is arriving.
I gave a wussup like
Martin
Chill kid Im startin
I beg your pardon
Got it locked like a
warden
Applaudin cuz I got the illified flow
Ya know the flow
Yo Mr.
Man steal the show
Hecka-hecka-heck yeah
Just cuz Im 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 cant jump
Because fe line shoulda drop an
rise to the top
An lissen a rudebwoy know yall cant stop
Buck a bust
those shot a try they move dey ass
An but dem wrote dem
Cuz 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 cant 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 cuz we run
things hard too.
(Chorus 8X)