Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boombox Pimp , by - CYNE. Song from the album Water For Mars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |