Bom Bom Zee Lyrics
| Song | Bom Bom Zee |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Artist | Paul Hightower |
| Artist | Hurricane Gee |
| Album | The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : B. Strong/Erick Sermon/Keith Murray/Norman Whitfield | |
| Yo this is keith murray and hurricane g with the bom bom zee | |
| Trey deep takin to the streets | |
| We straight ball hoggin, word up | |
| Niggaz know what time it is | |
| Straight up | |
| Straight mother****in def squad, l.o.d. | |
| We can stand in the water and can't get wet | |
| Def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| [paul hightower] gl-or-ia!! | |
| [hurricane g] | |
| Hey fun-ny, what's up with that money grip, yeahhh | |
| Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip | |
| The master, the ultimate funk, freak-er | |
| I'm unique, i got soul out my sneak-er | |
| A dope female, with the fat tail | |
| I never liked college, so yo, **** yale! | |
| If you don't know me by now i'm puerto rican | |
| (when the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin!) | |
| The bad mamma jama, still bust the grammar | |
| **** the bullshit, let's get legit | |
| Yes me the hurricane yo i pack skills | |
| So i keep on steppin like i'm doin drills | |
| Hut one, two, charge enlarge | |
| God damn, so don't **** around with the jam! | |
| Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it | |
| Don't flex, in my pocketbook i pack a biscuit | |
| I blow your ass out (click click booyaka) | |
| How's that? now peep the size of my gat | |
| I'm gassed, so mother****ers kiss my ass | |
| My whole ass; my entire big fat ol' ass! | |
| [keith murray] | |
| Keith murray run this mother****er! (hell mother****in yeah!) | |
| Keith murray run this mother****er! (hell mother****in yeah!) | |
| [paul hightower] ke-ii-thhh!!! | |
| [keith murray] | |
| The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic *car tires squeal* | |
| Not havin it, bashin your style i'm somethin drastic | |
| Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin who | |
| Wanna step in the helm of the realm of the def squad crew (def squad!!) | |
| I shoot the gift like swish drinkin olde english | |
| Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this | |
| Pissed ain't the word so observe -- how i break | |
| Your flow down through science, and kick you to the curb | |
| Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry | |
| You see me, g, we or e and somethin out this anatomy | |
| Found the words of mother****in technology | |
| (like that) and we out | |
| [paul hightower] | |
| It's the bom bom zee, ohhh yeah | |
| With keith murray, and hurricane g... | |
| For y'all that don't know -- ya betta ask somebody! |
| zuo qu : B. Strong Erick Sermon Keith Murray Norman Whitfield | |
| Yo this is keith murray and hurricane g with the bom bom zee | |
| Trey deep takin to the streets | |
| We straight ball hoggin, word up | |
| Niggaz know what time it is | |
| Straight up | |
| Straight mother in def squad, l. o. d. | |
| We can stand in the water and can' t get wet | |
| Def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| paul hightower gloria!! | |
| hurricane g | |
| Hey funny, what' s up with that money grip, yeahhh | |
| Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip | |
| The master, the ultimate funk, freaker | |
| I' m unique, i got soul out my sneaker | |
| A dope female, with the fat tail | |
| I never liked college, so yo, yale! | |
| If you don' t know me by now i' m puerto rican | |
| when the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin! | |
| The bad mamma jama, still bust the grammar | |
| the bullshit, let' s get legit | |
| Yes me the hurricane yo i pack skills | |
| So i keep on steppin like i' m doin drills | |
| Hut one, two, charge enlarge | |
| God damn, so don' t around with the jam! | |
| Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it | |
| Don' t flex, in my pocketbook i pack a biscuit | |
| I blow your ass out click click booyaka | |
| How' s that? now peep the size of my gat | |
| I' m gassed, so mother ers kiss my ass | |
| My whole ass my entire big fat ol' ass! | |
| keith murray | |
| Keith murray run this mother er! hell mother in yeah! | |
| Keith murray run this mother er! hell mother in yeah! | |
| paul hightower keiithhh!!! | |
| keith murray | |
| The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic car tires squeal | |
| Not havin it, bashin your style i' m somethin drastic | |
| Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin who | |
| Wanna step in the helm of the realm of the def squad crew def squad!! | |
| I shoot the gift like swish drinkin olde english | |
| Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this | |
| Pissed ain' t the word so observe how i break | |
| Your flow down through science, and kick you to the curb | |
| Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry | |
| You see me, g, we or e and somethin out this anatomy | |
| Found the words of mother in technology | |
| like that and we out | |
| paul hightower | |
| It' s the bom bom zee, ohhh yeah | |
| With keith murray, and hurricane g... | |
| For y' all that don' t know ya betta ask somebody! |
| zuò qǔ : B. Strong Erick Sermon Keith Murray Norman Whitfield | |
| Yo this is keith murray and hurricane g with the bom bom zee | |
| Trey deep takin to the streets | |
| We straight ball hoggin, word up | |
| Niggaz know what time it is | |
| Straight up | |
| Straight mother in def squad, l. o. d. | |
| We can stand in the water and can' t get wet | |
| Def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| paul hightower gloria!! | |
| hurricane g | |
| Hey funny, what' s up with that money grip, yeahhh | |
| Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip | |
| The master, the ultimate funk, freaker | |
| I' m unique, i got soul out my sneaker | |
| A dope female, with the fat tail | |
| I never liked college, so yo, yale! | |
| If you don' t know me by now i' m puerto rican | |
| when the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin! | |
| The bad mamma jama, still bust the grammar | |
| the bullshit, let' s get legit | |
| Yes me the hurricane yo i pack skills | |
| So i keep on steppin like i' m doin drills | |
| Hut one, two, charge enlarge | |
| God damn, so don' t around with the jam! | |
| Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it | |
| Don' t flex, in my pocketbook i pack a biscuit | |
| I blow your ass out click click booyaka | |
| How' s that? now peep the size of my gat | |
| I' m gassed, so mother ers kiss my ass | |
| My whole ass my entire big fat ol' ass! | |
| keith murray | |
| Keith murray run this mother er! hell mother in yeah! | |
| Keith murray run this mother er! hell mother in yeah! | |
| paul hightower keiithhh!!! | |
| keith murray | |
| The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic car tires squeal | |
| Not havin it, bashin your style i' m somethin drastic | |
| Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin who | |
| Wanna step in the helm of the realm of the def squad crew def squad!! | |
| I shoot the gift like swish drinkin olde english | |
| Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this | |
| Pissed ain' t the word so observe how i break | |
| Your flow down through science, and kick you to the curb | |
| Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry | |
| You see me, g, we or e and somethin out this anatomy | |
| Found the words of mother in technology | |
| like that and we out | |
| paul hightower | |
| It' s the bom bom zee, ohhh yeah | |
| With keith murray, and hurricane g... | |
| For y' all that don' t know ya betta ask somebody! |
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