Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boom Bye Yeah, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 21.11.2005
Song language: English
Boom Bye Yeah |
| Yeah, come on, yeah come on Throw ya hands up, yeah yeah |
| Sean P! |
| Sean P! |
| Blast these niggaz son! |
| You can catch me in ya tenement, doing too much drugs |
| Straight Jimi Hendrexin', pop the drinker, my mom’s on dope |
| Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both |
| Poppin’some pills, sniffin’a line, drinkin’some wine |
| Up in the club, grabbin’my gun, fucking my shine |
| Bling bling, bling bling, it’s a Sean Price thing |
| Too many clowns want the crown, but it only one king |
| I’m, the King ask Rock, there is none higher |
| Bitch ass niggaz, better call me sire |
| Burn my kingdom, must use fire |
| Big bag of weed, a dutch and some Eazy Wire |
| Yo, Ruck at it, drug habit and all |
| Bust matics, chrome static I ain’t fuckin’with y’all |
| Don’t get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray |
| Quick to kill a motherfucker, like boom bye yeah |
| Dru Ha, what up, yeah yeah |
| Buckshot, what up, yeah yeah |
| Big Rock, what up, yo yo Tek and Steel what up, yo yo |
| «First name Sean, last name Price» |
| I step in, and in weighing an even two hundred |
| Lost twenty pounds in e-ville, fuckin around with E pills |
| So I took a trip to Jacklin Lane |
| Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain |
| Keep it hardcore, far more than the average |
| And job core, I smoke more than ya bastards |
| Y’all niggaz ain’t fuckin’with Ruck |
| Whylin’like it’s dust in my dutch, motherfucker |
| Stupid bitches think the god got plenty dough |
| Just because they sober, motherfucker I pull any jones |
| Have to step back and laugh at these hoes |
| I’m Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya Ike Turner when rockin’the wife beater |
| You step on my toes, hoes and get white on my sneakers |
| Rustee Juxx, what up, yo yo Illa Noyz, what up, yo yo Elroy, what up, yo yo Sephlo, what up, yo yo |
| «First name Sean, last name Price» |
| You can say what you want, just spell my First name Sean, last name Price |
| Niggaz I’m David Ruffin in the flesh |
| Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I’m the best, yo Niggaz be rhymin’bout nothing |
| I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something |
| I used to sell crack and listen to Redman |
| Now I smoke black, while I’m gettin’some head, damn |
| Sean Price, almost broker than most |
| That’s why the gunsmoke chokin’ya throat, stick 'em up Put ya hands where my eyes can see |
| Yo, this ain’t Busta Rhymes, bong, bust a nine |
| Bong, roughest and toughest, so don’t fuck with mine |
| I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em, before he fuck with mine, yo |