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 motherfuckin' 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 Hey funny, what's up with that money grip, yeah 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, fuck 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 Fuck 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers kiss my ass My whole ass, my entire big fat ol' ass Keith Murray run this motherfucker Hell motherfuckin', yeah Keith Murray run this motherfucker Hell motherfuckin', yeah The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic Not havin' it, bashin' your style, I'm somethin' drastic Biblically, theoretically, practically speakin' who Wanna step in the helm of the realm of the Def Squad crew 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 motherfuckin' technology Like that and we out It's the bom bom zee, oh, yeah With Keith Murray and Hurricane G For y'all that don't know Ya betta ask somebody © STONE AGATE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com