5 Ft. Accelerator - Boom Bye Yeah lyrics

[5 Ft.] Yeah, come on, yeah, come on Yeah, throw ya hands up, come on, yeah, come on, yeah Sean P! Sean P! Get at these n***as, son! [Sean Price] You can catch me in a tenement Doing too much d**, straight Jimi Hendrix-in' Pop's a drinker, my mom's on dope Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both Popping some pills, sniffing a line, drinking some wine Up in the club, grabbing my gun, f**ing with Shyne Bling bling (bling bling) it's a Sean Price thing Too many clowns want the crown, but there's only one king I'm the King, ask Rock, there is none higher b**h a** n***as better call me sire Burn my kingdom, must use fire Big bag of weed, a dutch and some E-Z Wider Yo, Ruck had a drug habit and all Bust matics, chrome static I ain't f**ing with y'all Don't get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray Quick to k** a motherf**er, like boom bye yeah Dru Ha, what up, yeah yeah Buckshot, what up, yeah yeah Big Rock, what up, yo yo Tek and Steel what up, yo "First name Sean, last name Price" [Sean Price] I step in the ring weighing an even two hundred Lost twenty pounds in B-ville, f**ing around with E pills So I took a trip to Jack LaLanne Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain Duke I'm hardcore, far more than the average In Job Corps, I smoked more than you ba*tards Y'all n***as ain't f**ing with Ruck Wilding out like it's dust in my dutch, motherf**er Stupid b**hes think the God got plenty dough Just because they saw a motherf**er up on Jenny Jones Have to step back and laugh at these hoes I'm Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know Nice to meet ya Ike Turner when rocking the wife beater You step on my toes, hoes and you're wiping my sneakers Rustee Juxx, what up, yo yo Illa Noyz, what up, yo yo Elroy, what up, yo yo Sethlow, what up, yo "First name Sean, last name Price" [Sean Price] You can say what you want, just spell my name right First name Sean, last name Price n***a I'm David Ruffin in the flesh f**ed up in the game, but never the less, I'm the best Y'all n***as be rhyming about nothing I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something I used to sell crack and listen to Redman Now I smoke black, while I'm getting some head, damn Sean Price, always broker than most That's why the gunsmoke choke in your throat Stick 'em up Put your hands where my eyes can see Yo, this ain't Busta Rhymes, bong! Bust a nine, bong! Roughest and toughest, so don't f** with mine I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em, before he f** with mine, yo What up GRB, what up Dan the man, what up Sean Price, what up