Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bum Bum, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Bum Bum |
| You tink all a bum bum |
| Yuh know dis to all Jamaicans |
| Yuh nuh live in Solomon fashion, ya know |
| Tell me seh one ting Nancy can’t understand |
| A one ting Nancy can’t understand |
| Wha make dem a talk 'bout me ambitions |
| So I make who dem a talk 'bout me ambitions |
| Cau' me seh some of dem a ask me where me get it from |
| Ta some of dem a ask me where me get it from |
| I told dem «nuh know» it’s fun creation |
| I told dem «nuh know» it’s a fun creation |
| Bum Bum ay you |
| Me want ta Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum ay |
| Me want ta Bum Bum |
| Ta want yah Bum Bum |
| Cam’ron: |
| Yo, who wanna rump wit' us, bump wit' us, guns a buss |
| It’s fun to us, run to us, pump, jump, come, yuh tough |
| I’m a loco head, that leave you so so dead |
| Black Caddy, beef patty for that coco bread |
| Waddup Leon, Tito, Kurt, Coco Dread |
| Fuck Robocop, we fill 'em up with robo-lead |
| Gal need advice, told her we can eat a bite |
| Ate the oxtails, you can keep the rice |
| You should be polite, I told her that she need a life |
| I’m not a cop but trust, I can read ya right |
| What’s yo' story, Gator told Maury |
| You stay gettin' dug out, Joe Torry |
| This beat here remind me of Flatbush |
| Rube bwoy act up, blat, get his cap pushed |
| So, Naffa gang, Kuffa Gang, cool for gain |
| Ay stop it mane, stupid chain, move again |
| Hook |
| Bum Bum ay you |
| Me want ta Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum ay |
| Me want ta Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum ay |
| Me want ta Bum Bum |
| Penz: |
| I’ma relax with the haze in back of the stage |
| And shit I smoke the same color as Saint Patrick’s Parade |
| Yeah, keep a Mac and a gauge packin', attackin' wit' rage |
| Stackin' and mackin' until they put my ass back in the cave |
| I’m actually brave, this beats easy to cook |
| I’m on my Peter Pan shit, I don’t need me a Hook |
| Got 100 of bars, spittin', I done it with stars |
| You ain’t gotta take my shirt off to see none of my scars |
| I was locked down, 500 Pearl Street |
| Look now, Nextel, 500 girls deep |
| And ya girl a freak cuz the kid handle green |
| But she wax, shorty breath smell like tangerines |
| F defense, homeboy handle me |
| 4−5th'll have ya ass shakin' like a tambourine |
| Where is son from, all I need is one gun |
| Prospect, Penz, Dipset with the Bum Bum |
| Hook |
| Bum Bum ay you |
| Me want ta Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum ay |
| Me want ta Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum ay |
| Me want ta Bum Bum, ay you |
| Tell me seh want ta Bum Bum |
| THIS WOMAN |
| I never trouble, no |
| I’m a lady, I’m not a man |
| MC is my ambition |
| I come fi nice up Jamaicans |
| So Bum Bum |
| Seh want ta Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum |
| Bum Bum Bilam, Bum Bum ay you |
| Tell me seh one ting Nancy can’t understand |