Kaboom Lyrics

Kaboom lyrics

[First Verse]

KABOOM!  Guess who's back in the room?

The nigga with the skills to talk a dyke out her womb

Soon, very soon, they'll recognize

Ain't none as vicious or swift on these bitches

Picture, runnin' your bust ass, succotash niggas

Who could get with the dog

Cuz I rip shit

Up, with what?  With skill

I still

Could whip up a batch of somethin' them bitches can't FUCK WIT

Foreal

And still

I want much respect

If not, then I got, alot of nuts to check

Fuck the check, I'm in this for my props now, partna

Watch a

Nigga drop knowledge like a rasta

I could scope where your head at

Cuz I, funk up a room like the fumes of the wound of a dead rat

Yeah I done said that, fuckin' right

Now ain't no touchin' mine, and Smooth ain't nothin' nice

Ha?  Let it be known

Soon as I hit the door, fake niggas be gone

Ready for whatever you ready for

If ever you ready to take me to the other level, baby let me know

I got'cha back like a siamese twin

Or a chinese friend who lent'cha nineteen yen

Tim, perfects a hymn, like Mahalia

If you don't know, I'm sure, somebody gone tell ya



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KABOOM!  Guess who's back in the room?

My attitude is fuck it and muthafuckas love it



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[Second Verse]

KABOOM!  Guess who stepped on the scene

The player with skills to outscore your whole team

I'm so clean you could eat red beans off me

Awfully swift with words, but combos costly

I'm straight bout my clout

I'm straight out the South

I wouldn't give a bitch mouth-to-mouth, trust me

I'm wicked as Larry Bird jumpshots

And I run this bitch and green is a young cop

Not too many alive could survive my flow

Not too many freestyle like me, I know

But it's bout time that y'all get recognized

And he who can't see what I see, better check his eyes

He act froggish, then that's his ass

Mr. Tim Smooth will suffocate another rapper, like a plastic bag

And ask his Dad, "You want some of Shaburnke?"

Show ya with that boot camp, they lettin' me KA-BOOM!



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[Third Verse]

Well I swing through the swamp like I'm Tarzan

I may be a marked man, but I ain't mark brand

I'm boot camp, read it and weep

And here's a dick trick BITCH now eat it in deep

You niggas sweet as bon-bons

Ol' wannabe playin' ass niggas need some pom-pons

Ha?  You don't want me to act a fool

And he shivers when he here my name, watch this:

Say it again, "Tim Smooth"

Five ten

I'm strong as straight gin

I'm harder than George Foreman's uppercut to your chin

Tim, couldn't be seen if I was wearin' flourescent green

With a twenty inch fro, and no sheen

You hoes gonna understand

That I done fucked Wonder Woman twice, now bitches are callin' me Wonder
Man

And, I hold the fort in this platoon

But, Boot Camp Clicc, lit again ya bitch, KABOOM!



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