Lyrics
Talk is cheap that's why everybody could afford it
Brooklyn's foul is arm and hammer man
Red cafe uh
Arm and hammer be dipped Gabana Dolce
Bandana bam bam when I snow chase
Come to Brooklyn you good if you know me
Put you in the trunk of the Lincoln if you owe me
King Arthur never take what they offer
I'm married to the game I done took it to the altar
Off a sucker that cross this New Yorker
Visit without a pass uh, it'll cost ya
The boss of my city, bad boy before the **** diddy
Coward I keep it gritty
The convict apply pressure
Paramedic flow stretcher Statik I Selektah
Bam bam, ey, what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
'ey what a bam bam, seh what a bam bam
Aye yo, I'm in the cafe chillin' with my eyes red
With my fresh B fitted to the side, kid
Or in the projects where they wanna buy lead
With them brand new guns like Rhymefest
Sat down with this chick and got my palm read
She said "you the type to die for your comrades"
Plus you do it for the people like Com said
I'ma rep for the streets until I'm dead
What I told her right before I rose up
She said "hold up can you fill my nose up?"
I said "no slut" though I probably could
We stay away from that white we smoke Cali buds
Walking out the club doing probably buzzing
Too high with two fly chicks like Nina Sky
I'm in the back of the ride smoking a lot
Can't wait till I get to the crib the bam bam
Bam bam, ey, what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
'ey what a bam bam, seh what a bam bam (uh, yeah)
I hit you with the bam bam
Any **** test me he must be a dumb dumb
I'm loved abroad and loved where I come from
You take years to get yours, I get mines in lump sums
So everybody wan' be me
I sold a million ringtones, how's one, two, three (that's right)
Tight rhymes with no fans, **** come see me
Oh you see they'll put you on (on)
But I could put your song (song)
To the top of the charts number one (one)
I'm the new kid on this block I dared
'specially when I'm with Term, Cafe and Selektah
So (bam bam) you don't want none
You can't touch this bread we makin'
My whole life is like a vacation
And it's a take over on every station
(let's go) so
Bam bam, ey, what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
'ey what a bam bam, seh what a bam bam
Written by: Daniel Carrillo, Jermaine Denny, Patrick Baril, Sean Mims