| Wham, BAM, bound to slam
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| Comes the birthstone kid with his own jam
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| So what’cha tellin me, you thought I couldn’t rip it solo?
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| But yo, for your info, if every wind blow, I rip a show
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| The crowd says ho, gotta go gotta go The birthstone kid get biz flow bro
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| So check the style, God don’t even front on me
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| I gots the skills, your boy he gots none on me
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| I gets my props so yo Hops I don’t share it And if a beeper doesn’t work indeed then why wear it?
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| Not about frontin, I never have, I never will be If you swing, swing hard, God you better kill me
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| I’m blowin up like a SCUD missile hittin land
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| So take a stand, and wave your hand, cause I’m your Boogie Man!
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| You ain’t tryin to hear the what maaan, I beg your pardon
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| This ain’t the place to bass you’ll find your face up on a milk carton
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| Check it the message while I rip it somethin love love
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| to shreds, I turn jheri curls to knotty dreads
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| Here’s the style that I say I sorta brought along
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| Straight from the Island called Long, but we call it Strong
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| God Body, by God George I think I’ve got it Funky as the Doo Doo Man, outside MC’s were nodding
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| Don’t even bite my style, relax, be different
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| Pick up your pen but forget bombing, that option’s senseless
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| I’m despicable but not lickable YOU CAN’T LICK THIS
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| Try it Hops, you’ll catch mops with the quickness
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| I got a sickness, called one-two-and-mic-check
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| and rippin wreck and gettin notice and all that
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| My style is that fat, I want you to know it and
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| stay tuned you coon as I wreck it for the Boogie Man
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| Now check it, don’t miss this, lick them while I diss this
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| sarcastic bastard, of which I’ve been mastered
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| You know the man, mankind let me say
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| Kind of like man the woman can’t tolerate, he’s low rate
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| Anyway, he called you and I the Boogie Man (what?)
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| Webster’s Dictionary, black man, look it up But that’s an emphatical (Now Cipher)
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| Okay now that’s that (yo Onyx why don’t you get hyper?)
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| Hyper shall I get just to make your wish granted see
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| I rocks my tippity tippity upon the planet G
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| I’m is a God-, -zilla, because I fill a sucker with fear, who gets a kick off drinkin Miller Beer
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| I keep struttin, cause scrubs are sayin nuttin
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| The record Sub is cuttin, the Boogie Man is movin his butt
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| and so it stay grit, no need to be offended
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| You can have your soul back because the Boogie Man is ended
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| Yeah, there it is, khamsayin?
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| Devon he was tryin to call me the Boogie Man
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| Cause I can move like this, and like that
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| (And you can bop like this, and check it like that)
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| But yo God, I’ll be the Boogie Man
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| Long as it’s Boogie referrin to gettin down, knahmsayin?
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| (Word, got the soul)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's right, that’s right)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The Boogie the Boogie the Boogie Boogie Man
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| (Yeah, that’s right) The Boogie Boogie Man
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| Yeah, yeah (do that stuff) yeah, yeah (do this God)
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| Yeah, yeah (do this God) yeah, yeah (bop like this, bop like that)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And you don’t stop (and you don’t stop)
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| And you don’t stop now (and you don’t quit now)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah (yo check it out yo)
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| Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh (check it out yo)
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| Uhh, uhh, uhh (that's how we do it, yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boogie Man! , by - K.M.D.. Song from the album Mr. Hood, in the genre Поп