Pon de Attack 歌词
| 歌曲 | Pon de Attack |
| 歌手 | Da Bush Babees |
| 专辑 | Ambushed |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Dillon, Hanna, Lee.H ... | |
| 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 nigger | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus x8] | |
| 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. | |
| [Chorus x8] | |
| [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. | |
| [Chorus x8] |
| zuo ci : Brown, Dillon, Hanna, Lee. H ... | |
| 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 nigger | |
| 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 | |
| YTee 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 | |
| BaeBFace 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 | |
| Chorus x8 | |
| 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 | |
| Heckaheckaheck yeah | |
| Just cuz I' m the lyrical master blaster | |
| Capitolrapitol M R M A N | |
| So I rhyme faster than ya moms | |
| Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks | |
| When I Doodledadootdootdoot ATTACK. | |
| Chorus x8 | |
| YTee 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. | |
| Chorus x8 |
| zuò cí : Brown, Dillon, Hanna, Lee. H ... | |
| 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 nigger | |
| 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 | |
| YTee 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 | |
| BaeBFace 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 | |
| Chorus x8 | |
| 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 | |
| Heckaheckaheck yeah | |
| Just cuz I' m the lyrical master blaster | |
| Capitolrapitol M R M A N | |
| So I rhyme faster than ya moms | |
| Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks | |
| When I Doodledadootdootdoot ATTACK. | |
| Chorus x8 | |
| YTee 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. | |
| Chorus x8 |
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