Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pon De Attack , by - Da Bush Babees. Release date: 05.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pon De Attack |
| Sometimes I get so wild |
| I blow up (POW) |
| Here I come now |
| Check out the new style |
| Oh my god child |
| Here comes the word dripper |
| Word to black tripper |
| Lyrical whipper slicker nigga |
| Case closed like a zipper |
| I’ll flip ya with the style on the mic |
| From the arm at PM dawn |
| Next plan is hype |
| So I excite to hold tight |
| The underground sounds |
| Jus got off Jacobs ladder |
| (So won’t you let me come down) |
| Let me come down I’ll kill someone |
| With the gats son at least some men are in |
| Some say I’m awesome |
| Jus like John I got the whole Single |
| -ton on your back |
| An' its like that |
| So I drive girls crazy |
| Ask Mrs. Daisy |
| Jump up an praise me |
| Nobody can phase me |
| I amaze me cuz yo my |
| Tracks got the boomers |
| Kickin' the shit that |
| Make ya back flip outcha bloomers |
| I’ll murder him |
| I’ll murder them |
| Put me on the track |
| For black I’ll kill them |
| (Y-Tee/Big Light) |
| Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shock |
| Inside the clip man qwe load up the Glock |
| On shot tocks so we hafta bust shot |
| Start from the bottom make we rise to the top |
| (Bae-B-Face Kaos/Lee Majors) |
| I ROCK |
| Hip hop the best G |
| I snipe just like wesley |
| Crunch like nestle |
| Tell me who’s the best G |
| Bush Babee bad man |
| I’ll flip the rap |
| Got the hand on the gat |
| Plus I’m on the attack |
| Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack |
| (Mr. Man) |
| Ya just can’t stop |
| The rhymantically dreadified |
| Lyrically ill |
| Booger pickin' |
| Butt scrathin' |
| Heads a flyin, the illest |
| Or should I say |
| The most illified |
| Type of hyperactive |
| Lyricalmatical |
| Boombastically bonified |
| Hyper technical |
| Unforgattable |
| Crazy sweatable |
| Individual |
| Quick to put up a battle |
| Rowdy, rapper goes bazootey |
| Baggin' up the goodies |
| The rough rasta bootey |
| Mr. man is attackin |
| That’s when I get conniving |
| So hold your freaking horses |
| The boss is arriving |
| I gave a «wussup» like Martin |
| Chill kid I’m startin' |
| I beg your pardon |
| Got it locked like a warden |
| Applaudin' cuz I got the illified flow |
| Ya know the flow |
| Yo Mr. Man steal the show |
| Hecka-hecka-heck yeah |
| Just cuz I’m the lyrical master blaster |
| Capitol-rapitol M/R/M/A/N |
| So I rhyme faster than ya moms |
| Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks |
| When I Doodle-da-doot-doot-doot ATTACK |
| (Y-Tee/Big Light) |
| Pon de attacka break a DJ offa his spot |
| But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on top |
| Pon de attack break a DJ offa his spot |
| But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on |
| No me says break a leg a leg an dis boy can’t jump |
| Because fe line shoulda drop an' rise to the top |
| An' lissen a' rudebwoy know yall can’t stop |
| Buck a bust those shot a try they move dey ass |
| An' but dem wrote dem |
| Cuz when dey can not |
| So nigga fling two thing |
| So bucks those shot |
| Some brand new tune |
| An' put dey pon top |
| Because me rough, me tough |
| Me light, me black |
| Me charm, me thin |
| Me sting, me shot |
| Me quick, no false |
| Me rap, me track |
| Me leave em on top a dey roof an make dey can’t come back |
| An' if a DJ ever test a might to chop dem foot |
| Mic take one, two |
| An' bombed on dey squad |
| An' buck a real shot |
| When me tryfe on dey track |
| Buss some buss some |
| An' me goes to have fun |
| An' lissen to bush babbes cuz we run things hard too |