Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boom, artist - Bloodhound Gang. Album song One Fierce Beer Coaster, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Boom |
| Stop as we drop this bomb |
| Blow up this place like another Vietnam |
| Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome |
| Back up son give me room give me room |
| To set it off like this don’t give it up |
| I’m all up in you 'til you just can’t get enough |
| Real hard to the bone you want more? |
| I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door |
| Phat flavor for your brain you know the time |
| So check the wrath it’s for real cause I’m gonna get mine |
| Roll up on you like Eastwood |
| Blowin' up fifteens as I’m ridin' through your neighborhood |
| I spreads butter like Parkay |
| Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay |
| Do what you feel and check the skill |
| I’m in your grill peep this I got the raw deal |
| In your Jeep Cherokee or Land Cruiser |
| When you’re rollin' through the hood you want use a |
| Track like this all up in your eardrum |
| So check the E.Q. |
| and let them speakers hum |
| And gets crazy like Prozac |
| Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack |
| Round one round two knock out |
| Straight to your head like my round never lights out |
| Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee |
| Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a |
| Jimmy Jimmy y’all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea |
| Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away |
| Got more lines than the welfare office |
| Are you upset you’ll never get to be as clever as this? |
| Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don’t cop it |
| Yeah I stole your beat but that’s cause you dropped it |
| Crude as oil unrefined but slick |
| I’m gonna get you from behind like a gay convict |
| Cause my name ain’t Quasimodo but I still got a hunch |
| That like the Jim Jones cult I’ll take you out with one punch |
| You’re Spiro Agnew and I’m the Dick you answer to |
| You’re sweatin' like a watermelon at a Baptist barbecue |
| Sneakin' up like celery yeah I’m stalkin' |
| I squeak like Stephen Hawking yeah but I’m walkin' |
| Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it |
| I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it |
| Screamin' like a Mimi when you see me comin' near ya |
| Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one’s ever gonna hear ya |
| Like a game of Hide and Seek it’s all over if I see ya |
| Cause you’re yellower than tinkle and you’ll be runnin' like diarrhea |