Dum Dums Lyrics
| Song | Dum Dums |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Dead Serious |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Charity, Hines, Lynch, Weston | |
| Intro/chorus： | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| (diddy diddy dum dum) | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| (diddy diddy dum dum) | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| (diddy diddy dum dum) | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| (dum dum) | |
| Verse one: dray | |
| Aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while i rock | |
| Tick tock about this chick around the block? | |
| She was high host, to the most hostess, no boastin | |
| Back in '85, she was live, yo no jokin | |
| A real go-getter, didn't try and sweat her | |
| Fifteen years old and she was pushin a jetter | |
| She had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin | |
| She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin | |
| Bitch, young miss, only dated older fellas | |
| My slang couldn't hang, no thang, i wasn't jealous of her | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: dray | |
| Oh yeah, where was i? bustin, now i'm ready | |
| Now it's '87 and miss thing is goin steady | |
| She was schoolin, chillin cos her man was makin papers | |
| Tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors | |
| He found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her | |
| Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her | |
| He used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist | |
| Then the tommy got slapped behind her back gettin dissed | |
| I was buggin, nuff on the stuff that i was seein | |
| But that's how it goes for the hoes when they're bein...... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: skoob | |
| Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser | |
| Remember that chick loretta, back in the days i used ta sweat her | |
| I wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn't matter | |
| She was kickin it to my man stan who's livin phatter | |
| Than me, hops, chillin in my hoodie and my reebok's | |
| Now she's in a jam cos, stan was slangin rocks, but | |
| Look at me now, honey, cos this the morning after | |
| I'm yapper, a nappy-headed undaground rappa | |
| Word to mom dukes, she was suits so i took her to my show | |
| Just to show my niggas that the hooker was..... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse four: skoob | |
| Ah the show was phat, now it's back to the room, g | |
| Yo mirror, this is where loretta tried to do me | |
| My neck was on her tongue, *?ep's?* was gettin swung | |
| Krayz was gettin biz with the friend that she brung | |
| Then she took it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-a | |
| Then she licked her boot-a, oh shoot-a, i screwed her | |
| I showed her, i rolled her, from here to north dakota | |
| I gangbanged the boots like a brooklyn troop oughta | |
| I stuck it in her [backwards], bust a nut, she was starvin | |
| So i pushed in the bush til those lips started partin, but she was....... | |
| Chorus to fade |
| zuo ci : Charity, Hines, Lynch, Weston | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| diddy diddy dum dum | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| diddy diddy dum dum | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| diddy diddy dum dum | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| dum dum | |
| Verse one: dray | |
| Aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while i rock | |
| Tick tock about this chick around the block? | |
| She was high host, to the most hostess, no boastin | |
| Back in ' 85, she was live, yo no jokin | |
| A real gogetter, didn' t try and sweat her | |
| Fifteen years old and she was pushin a jetter | |
| She had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin | |
| She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin | |
| Bitch, young miss, only dated older fellas | |
| My slang couldn' t hang, no thang, i wasn' t jealous of her | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: dray | |
| Oh yeah, where was i? bustin, now i' m ready | |
| Now it' s ' 87 and miss thing is goin steady | |
| She was schoolin, chillin cos her man was makin papers | |
| Tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors | |
| He found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her | |
| Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her | |
| He used her, ' bused her, fractured her wrist | |
| Then the tommy got slapped behind her back gettin dissed | |
| I was buggin, nuff on the stuff that i was seein | |
| But that' s how it goes for the hoes when they' re bein...... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: skoob | |
| Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser | |
| Remember that chick loretta, back in the days i used ta sweat her | |
| I wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn' t matter | |
| She was kickin it to my man stan who' s livin phatter | |
| Than me, hops, chillin in my hoodie and my reebok' s | |
| Now she' s in a jam cos, stan was slangin rocks, but | |
| Look at me now, honey, cos this the morning after | |
| I' m yapper, a nappyheaded undaground rappa | |
| Word to mom dukes, she was suits so i took her to my show | |
| Just to show my niggas that the hooker was..... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse four: skoob | |
| Ah the show was phat, now it' s back to the room, g | |
| Yo mirror, this is where loretta tried to do me | |
| My neck was on her tongue, ? ep' s? was gettin swung | |
| Krayz was gettin biz with the friend that she brung | |
| Then she took it upon herself to let me know she' s in the mooda | |
| Then she licked her boota, oh shoota, i screwed her | |
| I showed her, i rolled her, from here to north dakota | |
| I gangbanged the boots like a brooklyn troop oughta | |
| I stuck it in her backwards, bust a nut, she was starvin | |
| So i pushed in the bush til those lips started partin, but she was....... | |
| Chorus to fade |
| zuò cí : Charity, Hines, Lynch, Weston | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| diddy diddy dum dum | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| diddy diddy dum dum | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| diddy diddy dum dum | |
| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum | |
| dum dum | |
| Verse one: dray | |
| Aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while i rock | |
| Tick tock about this chick around the block? | |
| She was high host, to the most hostess, no boastin | |
| Back in ' 85, she was live, yo no jokin | |
| A real gogetter, didn' t try and sweat her | |
| Fifteen years old and she was pushin a jetter | |
| She had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin | |
| She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin | |
| Bitch, young miss, only dated older fellas | |
| My slang couldn' t hang, no thang, i wasn' t jealous of her | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: dray | |
| Oh yeah, where was i? bustin, now i' m ready | |
| Now it' s ' 87 and miss thing is goin steady | |
| She was schoolin, chillin cos her man was makin papers | |
| Tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors | |
| He found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her | |
| Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her | |
| He used her, ' bused her, fractured her wrist | |
| Then the tommy got slapped behind her back gettin dissed | |
| I was buggin, nuff on the stuff that i was seein | |
| But that' s how it goes for the hoes when they' re bein...... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: skoob | |
| Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser | |
| Remember that chick loretta, back in the days i used ta sweat her | |
| I wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn' t matter | |
| She was kickin it to my man stan who' s livin phatter | |
| Than me, hops, chillin in my hoodie and my reebok' s | |
| Now she' s in a jam cos, stan was slangin rocks, but | |
| Look at me now, honey, cos this the morning after | |
| I' m yapper, a nappyheaded undaground rappa | |
| Word to mom dukes, she was suits so i took her to my show | |
| Just to show my niggas that the hooker was..... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse four: skoob | |
| Ah the show was phat, now it' s back to the room, g | |
| Yo mirror, this is where loretta tried to do me | |
| My neck was on her tongue, ? ep' s? was gettin swung | |
| Krayz was gettin biz with the friend that she brung | |
| Then she took it upon herself to let me know she' s in the mooda | |
| Then she licked her boota, oh shoota, i screwed her | |
| I showed her, i rolled her, from here to north dakota | |
| I gangbanged the boots like a brooklyn troop oughta | |
| I stuck it in her backwards, bust a nut, she was starvin | |
| So i pushed in the bush til those lips started partin, but she was....... | |
| Chorus to fade |
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