Bronx Bombas

{X4} Clap ya hands if ya feel alright Yeah, yeah, yeah {X2} Pass me the mic I'm in the mood to get open Coming from the Bronx and I be on top Move to the relaxation of the music Clap ya hands if ya feel alright I'm cooling at the party with my faberge coat Black ski googles and my blue Puma suit Precise like a dagger, staggering when I'm nice Greg O's good to go, Flex Lover's got the dice Get down, boogie to the bang I got the slow lingo and that's how it swang One of the bros from the video, you can call me Mo' N.D.O., it's the flow go getter I met her in the disco, didn't drink Cisco Had water on ice, but the kid was nice They had open mic tonight I came to rock despite The odds were against me, [?] Boogie flight I was on the solo, oh no a duo, but you know That I can funk it up, I treat the mic like a rookie Come into my cipher, watch the other brothers keep it hyper But I'm ranking, I leave the mic stanking During my donation my name's called next Greg says "go", Flex says "yes" I get up on the stage and I look up at the mass My hands are [?], pardon me could you...