Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boombox Pimp, artist - CYNE. Album song Water For Mars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Record label: Project Mooncircle
Song language: English
Boombox Pimp |
Yeah, I dedicate this song to all the players |
All the cassette players out there that love to play my shit |
On cassette, digital DAT, any kind of format that you got |
This be the Cise Star baby, cool view, on CYNE Radio |
Sunshine on my mind whenever I’m with you |
Never a day is the same your name beautiful |
I daydream about things I want to do to you |
I’m such a boombox pimp-pimp-pimp-pimp |
Watch me colossal |
My watch is Fossil |
I step back |
Preach my gospel |
Respect, respect, so don’t forget |
Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right |
B-A, B-A, Select, Start! |
You more prefab than Pop-Tarts peachy keen |
I be the dirty greens, served with Navy beans |
With a side of Akin, that meal is gangrene |
I be the freshest jive, nomenclature is Clyde |
When you see me on the street giving a nigga a ride |
I am so fucking fattening, my elbows are ashy |
I’m such a Beastie Boy son, Hello Nasty |
I am a booming box, never audiovox |
I be the shoes that you wanted with the footie socks |
Tighter than underwear, wild like pubic hair |
A black Fred Astaire, cause' I am so debonair |
Sunshine on my mind whenever I’m with you |
Never a day is the same your name beautiful |
I daydream about things I want to do to you |
I’m such a boombox pimp-pimp-pimp-pimp |
I diagram motherfuckers in Pintos |
New body style of the Kia Sorento |
Here’s a Polaroid for a fucking memento |
Saw your stage show, throw your tape out the window |
I be the master lock, I never need practice |
I’m locking down the game while I’ll be shackling actors |
You keep it in stock, I keep it in chrome |
I’m spinning out of control. |
Just give me my student loans |
From wallet to watch, undershirt to socks |
This nigga he so clean from the top of the drop |
Goes to bottle, maybe a role-model |
They have me on History Channel, show for Modern Marvels |
Rubberneck till your head bobble |
I’m in the driver seat going the speed of life at full throttle |
Now I’m scarier, breaking the sound barrier |
The more than merrier, supersonic like jet harriers |
But J.J. |
Fab blasting out the ride, not a bird man |
But I’m in flight catching your eye (Ah-Ah!) |
Sunshine on my mind whenever I’m with you |
Never a day is the same your name beautiful |
I daydream about things I want to do to you |
I’m such a boombox pimp-pimp-pimp-pimp |
Heyo! |
I’m sex through your Magnavox |
The rap Al Green vet |
Bang Bettys to the wall, we fuck till my balls sweat |
That’s salty water, that’s what she said |
And speak up on her earlobes, damn I think she’s deaf |
Sick with the backshot, sick when I rap God |
Groupie on the left nut, she begged for one last shot |
Here love, take that, put that on repeat |
Oh Evolution Fight, Fuck America I free-fall |
Please Betty catch me, bass boosts are nasty |
Let’s tune in my FM dial so you can blast me |
Sunshine on my mind whenever I’m with you |
Never a day is the same your name beautiful |
I daydream about things I want to do to you |
I’m such a boombox pimp-pimp-pimp-pimp |