| Start the engines
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| Let’s get it started, yeah, yeah.
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| Here it comes…
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| About to drop the bombs… drop it!
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| (Bomb-BOMB, bomb-bomb)
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| Yeah, we 'bout to drop it on you like this
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| (Bomb-BOMB, bomb-bomb)
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| But when we drop it, I know you gon' like this
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| (Bomb-BOMB, bomb-bomb)
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| Yeah, Supernatural and will.i.am
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| (Bomb-BOMB, bomb-bomb)
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| Bring it here, bring it here, make it clear, make it clear yeah
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| (will)
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| It’s hip-hop, it’s real hot (real hot)
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| The way we control it, it’s like Cyclops (Cyclops)
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| It’s all locked (all locked), it don’t stop (don't stop)
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| It’s so funky that I keep it in a Ziploc (keep it funky)
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| It’s too ill (too ill), cause we real real (yeah, yeah)
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| Yo, I hooked up with my little pah ill will (Yo wassup?)
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| And he rock that (rock that), with a format (format)
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| Plug it in now I make the go-to-war rap
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| Where the boys at? |
| Cause they all bore (all bore)
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| Another point for the B Boyz has been scored (that's right)
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| I’m a MC (MC), not a fake cat
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| Yo, I’m quick with the mental nice wit rap
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| Yo, it’s a gift, yeah when I spit (when I spit)
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| Yo I’m pimpin like Gladys Knight and the Pips
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| Yo I never slip, cause it’s super hot
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| You could say, yeah, that we got to locked, c’mon |