Lyrics Boom Clap Sound - Kottonmouth Kings, Chris Webby

Boom Clap Sound

Zippity zippity backa de back zep zep zoom ba ba boom biba de bab clucky de
clack put one in the hole I’m ready to rap this how we do when the kings in the
building this how we do when the caps start pealing this how we do when Baer
goes bare this is how we do when I smoke on the green ya tell me you
motherfucker what you really wanna do wanna run around a track while I run
around it too wanna run run run let me get that split that run run run let me
hit that rep that hit that rep that get that gold let me put it in a pipe let
me pack it in a bowl wanna.
run run run run run run run run
I never really get upset all the way to the point were I feel like their is no
hope lift now tryna keep a good out look tryna reroute all thoughts that will
weight me down all I assume to need is a big bag of weed and a couple of shots
of let’s say crown if you beef if I don’t bang in my jeep then we going to my
town, my town yea that’s where I go when I need to go get oz so I didn’t blow
my top Off face blow when I lose control gotta tell em better come back in one
piece body whole I know you know or at least I know that you relate cause these
harps deserve to be story told gonna take the least favorite song on yer
headphone and know that yer not alone
I put my stamp on it guaranteed freshness the X factor quality tester
handcrafted packed up in vacuum seal so when you bang it loud it’s that shit
that you can feel real deal underground street sweeper stone town were the
future sound gatekeeper kottonmouth license and bongoes when yer speakers
beating now look who responded the A team special unit stoner squad stomping
out mudholes told you it’s a dirty job, clean up crew so pack a bong hit fill
it up to the top it’s gonna be a long trip eyes glazed blood shot I stay ripped
I disconnect from the system of power grit a Renegade, outcast, misfits will
equip wit the cannabis survival kit
Boom clap boom clap sound to the poem sound to the poem sound to the poem
I don’t know about to lose control here they go
Here that, that be the sound of the police on the way to ruin your time
everybody
In the area spark it up so they lose their mind
Boom clap forshezee I’m gonna keep these raps bizzy I’m gonna keep my brain all
dizzy bemap when you get boom klizzy clap clap when you hear my gun go blap
blap that be the rebel of partying bringing so give the bubble to snap snap yea
now where did they all go move to the beat keep putting the peace we filling
the street I front of the crowd pulling the heat and never to stop and never
decease I’m off of the leash so give me the keys you gotta believe me open yer
eyes and now you can see me over the lies I’m overly dreaming you looking
around yer bringing the ground forever I’m pealing just stay to the track I’m
eating the gluts and stealing simmers of time resemble the grizzly feeding
resemble for what I’m achieving were in it to rap you call me heaving fuck
everybody I’m ending up leaving the party is over the stress it ain’t stopping
who’s looking for good but now it ain’t popping and now that I see the true
color I think I’ll be dropping out the race to keep it from flopping keeping
the party alive the only one option the only one option