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Genre
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Peak #387
Peak in subgenre #62
Author
Bom Green
Uploaded
August 09, 2018
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MP3 5.5 MB • 160 kbps • 4:46
Story behind the song
writer: T. Wright/J. Wright
producer: A. Major Productions
additional vocals: AmnesiA
guitar solo: C. Hollaway
Lyrics
[intro]
Yea! Listen... I'd like to take this time and introduce myself. For those of you who don't know me, listen.
[verse]
If you ain't heard about me, then get to know my name. It's Bom Green! I carry toys, kid, but I don't play. Choking smoke to the brain so I don't go insane. I'm in the hood, though I'm going global, man. So, if you see me in the streets just please don't hate. Throw me dubs, show me some love and, son, I'll show the same. But, act a fool, well, then I'll just be forced to spray. Roll by with a K and mow you to the pave. So, if you ain't with us, then you should go away 'cause we ain't stopping 'til we blow up and we're over paid. Stand in my way and I'll put your ass in the grave. Roll up to your wake and shoot up the whole place.
[chorus]
All these haters on our dicks
'cause they know we the shyt!
All these bitches want our chips
'cause they know we the shyt!
See us on The Strip
different whip, different chick.
Now you know why they hate
'Cause we the shyt!
[bridge]
We the shyt! (x6)
'Cause they know we the shyt!
We the shyt! (x6)
'Cause we the shyt!
[verse 2]
When you see me on The Strip, bro, rolling in that whip, low. High on kush, blowing smoke out the window. Money making trap boy. Ruger on my lap, boy. Play with my cash and you go'n get that, boy. I don't give a fuck, I'm getting rich by any means. Y'all just a fad like these fags wearing skinny jeans. Bunch of 'Mini Me's', ain't saying anything. They can't rap lick, so now they're trying to sing. Man, y'all some losers! Me, I'm the shit like manure. I'll run this underground shit like a sewer. The flow's so insane. I spit flame. Tryna get rich, bitch! Yea, like Rick James.
[chorus]
[bridge]
[verse 3]
Stop hating 'cause we're shining like flash lights. You'd shine too if you knew how to rap tight, but you're not on my level, man. I stay high like the gas price and ain't no slowing down because I'm living the fast life. So, I hop up in my ride with a strap and some bagged white. Skating back and forth like I'm riding a half pipe and grinding on the top like I'm sliding it back side and ain't going to stop until I'm signed and blow like a bag pipe. So, that's right! I got probable cause that says I'm on my way to the top and unstoppable, dawg. So, if you're calling the shots, make a logical call 'cause the only shots from us go'n be them ones popping off.
[hook]
[bridge]
[guitar solo]
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