Song | Mr. Whomp Whomp |
Artist | Fiend |
Album | Street Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fiend | |
Guy: | |
Bitch! who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga | |
Turn him up on the mic | |
Verse one: | |
Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking i'm lil' gotti | |
Tats on my body, catch 'em, shottie, with that red beam dottie | |
When they call me pop, nigga's call me mister hit 'em get 'em | |
Or just, bad motherfucker, because i'm quick to spit 'em, dismiss 'em | |
I beat the total livin', somebody get 'em | |
Before i put this in 'em and even the doctors won't admit 'em | |
Look, i won't bullshit 'em, the school, put you wupe you in the jammie | |
(soldier put it on something) | |
Put it on my mama and her mammie | |
Lay it, thrown out the nanny | |
Got these niggas hate me ballie | |
Sending they pussy at me just to see a nigga stab me | |
Don't have my marbles at all, i'm horrible dog | |
Don't believe me, watch me, action when i give this call | |
Chorus: | |
It's mister whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is) | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there gotta be a) | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is) | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp | |
Verse two: | |
I'm the dopiest thing since the rock | |
Cause the stock about a single jaws block | |
The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsment from a glock | |
I'm gain nigga go head and put that in yo' vain nigga | |
When you bought the cd, you got it because of my name nigga | |
The one with the double r, till every track he busted on | |
Won't give a fuck who else on, look i'm pure competition | |
Just an example with the expedition | |
And i'm still making songs for the prisons | |
Nigga's besta tip, and went when c.b. jones came about | |
Can't see a nigga taking me out | |
From tennessee to atlanta, shy town, and back home | |
What they wanna here when i touch that microphone | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: | |
I use to use to be a drug pusher | |
Now i'm that dope in your sub-woofer | |
Only for the coke cookers that ook us | |
But ain't no affording me | |
Can't go no where don't act accordingly | |
The only person that notice me is god and that nigga recording me | |
You wanted a hero well here i be, capital f-i-e-n-d you peeping me | |
See frequently fucking over your frequency | |
Talking 'bout our producers like quantity | |
Follow me, every since i said the quarter ki | |
Checking for me in blockbuster every quarterly | |
Pardon me, i don't know if i'm the shit, or just another nigga bump | |
But right now i'm the nigga that's damaging your trunk | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Fiend | |
Guy: | |
Bitch! who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga | |
Turn him up on the mic | |
Verse one: | |
Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking i' m lil' gotti | |
Tats on my body, catch ' em, shottie, with that red beam dottie | |
When they call me pop, nigga' s call me mister hit ' em get ' em | |
Or just, bad motherfucker, because i' m quick to spit ' em, dismiss ' em | |
I beat the total livin', somebody get ' em | |
Before i put this in ' em and even the doctors won' t admit ' em | |
Look, i won' t bullshit ' em, the school, put you wupe you in the jammie | |
soldier put it on something | |
Put it on my mama and her mammie | |
Lay it, thrown out the nanny | |
Got these niggas hate me ballie | |
Sending they pussy at me just to see a nigga stab me | |
Don' t have my marbles at all, i' m horrible dog | |
Don' t believe me, watch me, action when i give this call | |
Chorus: | |
It' s mister whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp there he is, there he is | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp there gotta be a | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp there he is, there he is | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp | |
Verse two: | |
I' m the dopiest thing since the rock | |
Cause the stock about a single jaws block | |
The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsment from a glock | |
I' m gain nigga go head and put that in yo' vain nigga | |
When you bought the cd, you got it because of my name nigga | |
The one with the double r, till every track he busted on | |
Won' t give a fuck who else on, look i' m pure competition | |
Just an example with the expedition | |
And i' m still making songs for the prisons | |
Nigga' s besta tip, and went when c. b. jones came about | |
Can' t see a nigga taking me out | |
From tennessee to atlanta, shy town, and back home | |
What they wanna here when i touch that microphone | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: | |
I use to use to be a drug pusher | |
Now i' m that dope in your subwoofer | |
Only for the coke cookers that ook us | |
But ain' t no affording me | |
Can' t go no where don' t act accordingly | |
The only person that notice me is god and that nigga recording me | |
You wanted a hero well here i be, capital fiend you peeping me | |
See frequently fucking over your frequency | |
Talking ' bout our producers like quantity | |
Follow me, every since i said the quarter ki | |
Checking for me in blockbuster every quarterly | |
Pardon me, i don' t know if i' m the shit, or just another nigga bump | |
But right now i' m the nigga that' s damaging your trunk | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Fiend | |
Guy: | |
Bitch! who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga | |
Turn him up on the mic | |
Verse one: | |
Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking i' m lil' gotti | |
Tats on my body, catch ' em, shottie, with that red beam dottie | |
When they call me pop, nigga' s call me mister hit ' em get ' em | |
Or just, bad motherfucker, because i' m quick to spit ' em, dismiss ' em | |
I beat the total livin', somebody get ' em | |
Before i put this in ' em and even the doctors won' t admit ' em | |
Look, i won' t bullshit ' em, the school, put you wupe you in the jammie | |
soldier put it on something | |
Put it on my mama and her mammie | |
Lay it, thrown out the nanny | |
Got these niggas hate me ballie | |
Sending they pussy at me just to see a nigga stab me | |
Don' t have my marbles at all, i' m horrible dog | |
Don' t believe me, watch me, action when i give this call | |
Chorus: | |
It' s mister whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp there he is, there he is | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp there gotta be a | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp there he is, there he is | |
Whomp, whomp, whomp | |
Verse two: | |
I' m the dopiest thing since the rock | |
Cause the stock about a single jaws block | |
The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsment from a glock | |
I' m gain nigga go head and put that in yo' vain nigga | |
When you bought the cd, you got it because of my name nigga | |
The one with the double r, till every track he busted on | |
Won' t give a fuck who else on, look i' m pure competition | |
Just an example with the expedition | |
And i' m still making songs for the prisons | |
Nigga' s besta tip, and went when c. b. jones came about | |
Can' t see a nigga taking me out | |
From tennessee to atlanta, shy town, and back home | |
What they wanna here when i touch that microphone | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: | |
I use to use to be a drug pusher | |
Now i' m that dope in your subwoofer | |
Only for the coke cookers that ook us | |
But ain' t no affording me | |
Can' t go no where don' t act accordingly | |
The only person that notice me is god and that nigga recording me | |
You wanted a hero well here i be, capital fiend you peeping me | |
See frequently fucking over your frequency | |
Talking ' bout our producers like quantity | |
Follow me, every since i said the quarter ki | |
Checking for me in blockbuster every quarterly | |
Pardon me, i don' t know if i' m the shit, or just another nigga bump | |
But right now i' m the nigga that' s damaging your trunk | |
Chorus |