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Busta Rhymes - Boomp! (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Smith
T. Smith
Songwriter
G. Spivey
G. Spivey
Songwriter
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Mixing Engineer
DJ Scratch
DJ Scratch
Producer
Gonzalo Contreras
Gonzalo Contreras
Engineer
Rick St. Hilaire
Rick St. Hilaire
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Boomp (Mm, mm) Hey (hey), see how they try to pin it on me (boomp) And if the cap fit, fit it on me Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (mm, mm) Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down shit I got about a million on me (boomp) Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (yes) Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (mm, mm) New endeavors, we do whatever, we glue the deficit Seizes the sideline, nigga, come on (boomp) Look, see how we go back (back) Diggin' the soul out thе bitch, come on (mm, mm) Found a way to escape, comе on On my journey, don't turn me into an ape, come on Delanie, where my asparagus? I do the thing, King Kong Energy ginseng, my Buju Banton (flow) You ain't with me, you niggas gun run (oh) Bobby Digital, bang up your head, bong-bong (boomp, boomp, boomp) I be the sensei (ayy) Make sure you know, don't ever go against me (mm, mm) You could end up a victim 'fore I come out the next (play, play) Hey (hey), see how they try to pin it on me (boomp) And if the cap fit, fit it on me Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (mm, mm) Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down shit I got about a million on me (boomp) Better do what the king say (ayy) God in the flesh, lookin' like Kunta Kinte (uh) You done ordered a few bodies, that nigga been glazed Lay 'em out in the display (boomp) Got her lovin' the way I make shit shift While I'm keepin' 'em strong, handle your bitch (what?) Bust your head and I make it split Give it good while I make it hard to forget (what?) Every rep, every interval How we fuckin' shit up, trouble is at a minimal Global bitches kill in New York way down to Senegal Hey (hey), see how they try to pin it on me (boomp) And if the cap fit, fit it on me Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (mm, mm) Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down shit I got about a million on me (boomp) Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (yes) Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (mm, mm) Hey (hey), see how they try to pin it on me (boomp) Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (yes) Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (mm, mm) Hey (hey), see how they try to pin it on me (boomp) I tell you something, don't ever sold up your CD Pack up the culture (mm, mm) Hey (hey), see how they try to pin it on me (boomp) Pack up the charger, carry them and go Hey (hey), see how they try to pin it on me (boomp) We'll make real money -That they're trying Hey (hey), see how they try to pin it on me (boomp) Just leave the place, clear the area Wait, do what you have to do I'll show them how to make real money (hey) They're just learning the fucking biz (fucking biz, fucking biz)
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, George L Spivey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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