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Blast Off (Album Version)
G. Dep
16,733Hip-Hop/Rap2001
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Blast Off (Album Version) was released on November 20, 2001 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album Child of the Ghetto
AlbumChild of the Ghetto
ReleasedNovember 20, 2001
LabelBad Boy Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM97
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

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Yes, yes, yes, yes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, ha
Yeah
Yeah
Me and my mans and them
We gon' blast off
Bad Boy, ****
And we don't stop
Come on to the top
Blast off
Yeah, yeah
Yo
Ayo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in they cheeks, don't sleep 'til they six feet deep
No lacks on my tracks, they potent
Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin'
I keep smokin' 'til the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, death came through, killed ya
When I swerve, hit nerves
Number one contenders, I put 'em all in reserved
And everybody know what's golden
Matter of fact, platinum, all the strap for moldin'
Once I explode and I burn up the road and
Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen
Understand, the world's in my hand
G-Death in the scan, no stunt
Bitch, pay the front
And I'ma show you how to lay back
You a buff while you puff on the sack
'Cause yo, I'm 'bout to blast off
Straight to the chase
'Cause everybody know what's the case
Ayo, I'm 'bout to blast off
Straight to the point
Ayo, yo, light another joint
****, I'ma blast off
Right to the top
Ayo, no, I ain't gon' stop
Yo, ****, I'ma blast off
Straight to the dome
You enterin' the Bad Boy zone
Yo, yo, uh
Who's a **** harder than me?
On the books, make it known how this squadron be
Damn, Curry ain't the shit? Put the name in your mouth
Got it different? You ain't knowin' what you talkin' about
Bustin' open a mouth, catch me
I'm killin' for whoever test me
Pity for whoever second-guess me
Know how the man down, as real as it get
Feelin' my shit? Straight through the ceilin' with this
Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy
Gutters of the street where my mind be
Way the game get you is ill, forever with you until
It fit me to kill, heat got it with me still
Flip the game over, see me, we be
Untouched, out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, blaow
So shot, hit again, spin again
Anytime, anyplace, bitch, I'm about to
Blast off
Yo, I get it poppin'
When I rock, yo, it's non-stoppin'
Yo, I'm 'bout to blast off
See me at the shows
When I rock, everybody knows
Ayo, I'm 'bout to blast off
Bottles gon' pop
'Cause when I rock, everybody rock
Ayo, I'm 'bout to blast off
Straight to the top
'Cause everybody know this is hot
Ayo, son, I'm 'bout to blast off like an astronaut
**** don't wanna see a **** blast the Glock
**** don't wanna see a **** flash the rocks
Or pop up and the flashy drop, motherfucker
**** know me, Moon's a gunslinger
Fuck fightin' a ****, I'm usin' one finger
Catch one of you rap cats in a humdinger
Some **** get shot livin', become singers
Bet to die, I'd rather sit in the chair electrified
And stand here and testify, but
Other than that, though, we never get caught
'Cause we George Jefferson walk, got a federal court
We gettin' bread in New York, ain't it better than sport?
So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support
But I think it's best you go 'head and just walk
And have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse
Ayo, I'm 'bout to blast off
Straight to the chase
'Cause everybody know what's the case
Ayo, I'm 'bout to blast off
Straight to the point
Ayo, yo, light another joint
****, I'ma blast off
Right to the top
Ayo, no, I ain't gon' stop
Yo, ****, I'ma blast off
Straight to the dome
You enterin' the Bad Boy zone
Blast off
Goin' straight to the top, baby
Yeah
Yo, I'm 'bout to blast off
Written by: C. Hawkins, M. Harper, Mark Curry, T. Coleman

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