Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dums Dums, artist - Das EFX. Album song The Very Best Of Das EFX, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.06.2007
Record label: Elektra, Rhino
Song language: English
Dums Dums |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Dum dum) |
| Aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while I rock |
| Tick tock about this chick around the block? |
| She was high host, to the most hostess, no boastin' |
| Back in '85, she was live, yo no jokin' |
| A real go-getter, didn’t try and sweat her |
| Fifteen years old and she was pushin' a jetter |
| She had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin' |
| She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin' |
| Bitch, young Miss, only dated older fellas |
| My slang couldn’t hang, no thang, I wasn’t jealous of her |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Dum dum) |
| Oh yeah, where was I? |
| Bustin', now I’m ready |
| Now it’s '87 and Miss Thing is goin' steady |
| She was schoolin', chillin' 'cos her man was makin' papers |
| Tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors |
| He found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her |
| Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her |
| He used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist |
| Then the Tommy got slapped behind her back gettin' dissed |
| I was buggin', 'nuff on the stuff that I was seein' |
| But that’s how it goes for the hoes when they’re bein' |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Dum dum) |
| Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser |
| Remember that chick Loretta, back in the days I used ta sweat her |
| I wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn’t matter |
| She was kickin' it to my man Stan who’s livin' phatter |
| Than me, hops, chillin' in my hoodie and my Reebok’s |
| Now she’s in a jam 'cos, Stan was slangin' rocks, but |
| Look at me now, honey, 'cos this the morning after |
| I’m yapper, a nappy-headed undaground rappa |
| Word to mom dukes, she was suits so I took her to my show |
| Just to show my niggas that the hooker was |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Dum dum) |
| Ah the show was phat, now it’s back to the room, G |
| Yo mirror, this is where Loretta tried to do me |
| My neck was on her tongue, Ep’s was gettin' swung |
| Krayz was gettin' biz with the friend that she brung |
| Then she took it upon herself to let me know she’s in the mood-a |
| Then she licked her boot-a, oh shoot-a, I screwed her |
| I showed her, I rolled her, from here to North Dakota |
| I gangbanged the boots like a Brooklyn troop oughta |
| I stuck it in her backwards, bust a nut, she was starvin' |
| So I pushed in the bush 'til those lips started partin', but she was |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Diddy diddy dum dum) |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum |
| (Dum dum) |