Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boom Biddy Bye Bye, artist - Cypress Hill. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boom Biddy Bye Bye |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Step back as I'm kicking up dust |
| For a while |
| As I put mothafuckas to rest |
| And pull their files |
| Out from the cabinet |
| With the picture |
| Get the 45 and settle it |
| With this punk nigga |
| Slow your roll |
| As I take control |
| Take your toke from the Indo' |
| Then hit and hold |
| Now let it out |
| How you feel when the herb |
| Got you by the balls |
| And you're coughing up a lung anyhow |
| You can't shake |
| That nigga that's gonna brake |
| Fool |
| On any one member of your bitch crew |
| As I pull the trigger |
| On my nine |
| Say goodnight nigga |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Any last prayers before you die |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye |
| You ain't never caught a rabbit |
| So you ain't no friend of mine |
| It's a habit |
| Barkin' up your tree with my nine |
| Keep your bitch on a leash or at home |
| A nick knack |
| Paddywack |
| Give the dog a bone |
| The raw dog |
| Fuck a law dog |
| Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off |
| Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up |
| Buckle up |
| Chin checking |
| It's on I reckon |
| It's the wild wild west |
| Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest |
| Let me guess |
| Everybody wanna test |
| Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses |
| Lodi Dodi |
| We're fucking everybody |
| Boom biddy bye |
| Sing the lullaby |
| In the party |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Any last prayers before you die |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye |
| Yes yes ya'll |
| To the beat ya'll |
| Watch a punk slipin' see the puto fall |
| I'm buck-loody |
| Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me |
| Cause the nigga gets so funky |
| Fool I'm the one |
| From The big bad Cypress Hill clique, a |
| Number one son of the funk freaka |
| Yes yes ya'll |
| I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast ya'll |
| Comin' from the west ya'll |
| But I figure |
| You'd cry like a bitch |
| Don't twitch |
| Cause I just might pull the trigga |
| Now lay down |
| Stay down |
| Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground |
| Don't fuck don't say nothin' |
| You fuck around and I might get ragamuffin |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Any last prayers before you die |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Any last prayers before you die |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| It's time to die |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Time to say good-bye |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Now it's time to die |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| Now it's time to die |