Lady May - Boom, Boom, Boom lyrics

"Keep on rockin..." [talking] Okay... (Ari-sta Cats) We in the studio right now (La-dy May) Arista-Cats is in the house right now... (Rob Jack-son) [Rob Jackson] Yo, yo yo I hit rap like, fiends hit the crack pipe Beef in these streets but the beats make me act right I don't sleep on these "quick-to-pull-the-gat" types Cuz right when you blink, they'll squeeze and hold the mac tight I write like Richard but Light still kiss ya good night Hand on the swivel when I'm pitchin my dice I'm might come out on the block, with my vest but keep glancin So God Bless, I could live to see my grandson [Boom, boom, boom] Playa you feel that? That's the speakers beatin in the trunk where the wheel at Pitch kept me sittin on a hit, with a ill track So I gotta give it to him, spit it to him, real rap I feel ya n***a [boom, boom, boom] I gotcha gut workin - bout to make a dub And bump it for the next person [boom, boom, boom] That's how we workin, it's okay in L.A Is on the three-way singin it (holla at me!) [Chorus] Boom, boom, boom [Rob] We got it poppin, some hits droppin [Rob] we bout to knock 'em in ya ear like [boom, boom, boom] [May] In the clubs, drops and trucks [May] divas and thugs, keep it goin like [boom, boom, boom] [Rob] Lady May and Rob Jackson, Arista-Crattin' [Rob] bout to blow like [boom, boom, boom] [Rob] We bout to (what what) hit 'em with the (what what).. [Lady May] Hoppin out the new condition, Expedition With the fo' systems, me and my vixens [boom, boom, boom] Yeah, that's exactly how we enter the room Ka-Boom! Lookin fine-tuned Mmm-mmm delicious, s**y switchers Big witches, tasty as bait to big fishes Whole blastses of Cris's with froze wristses (uh-huh) Blow kisses, when we get catty we throw hisses So ridiculous, walk when you look at this Know we better not miss, it coulda been you, we not pimpin nuttin Bourgieous broad, a movie star That remains so *tssss* you can't cool her off [boom, boom, boom] Beats is knockin, hit songs droppin, keep on rockin Arista-Cats, I'm feelin that Lady May and Rob Jack' it's a rap [Chorus] Boom, boom, boom [Rob] We got it poppin, some hits droppin [Rob] we bout to knock 'em in ya ear like [boom, boom, boom] [May] In the clubs, drops and trucks [May] divas and thugs, keep it goin like [boom, boom, boom] [Rob] Lady May and Rob Jackson, Arista-Crattin' [Rob] bout to blow like [boom, boom, boom] [Rob] We bout to (what what) hit 'em with the (what what) [Rob] E'rybody say it! [Rob Jackson] Yo, I'm like the black rap Sandy Koufax cuz I'm a throwback cat That crack collars and yack like "where the 'dro at?" Deez n***as know dat - Rob go hard with the Kojak Up in the side, gettin some blowback Hold that, that's slow rap - buddy you ain't robbin goody I'm gold-grill smilin, whippin cutties on the silent scene Do it up, who want it? n***as from Kentucky who be j**eled up Jumpin out they junkies lookin country, holla To what whenever, to f**in clever With this rap sh** for you to ever touch my level Mastered the flow, it's ventin me like Hennessey But when you feelin me, you drink it fast like it's Mo' Nasty, gas that new a** in the fo' But feelings make me realer than the illest n***a though They be thinkin that they k**ers, cuz they slit a n***a throat I'm politickin with guerrilla n***as, still a n***a folk like G. Dub Bush, and cheet-ah pushin Benzes in the caravan, grams in the cushion American black weighed in, we on the pavement Even though they callin us thugs, we gon' make it! (Holla at me!) [Chorus] - 2X Boom, boom, boom [Rob] We got it poppin, some hits droppin [Rob] we bout to knock 'em in ya ear like [boom, boom, boom] [May] In the clubs, drops and trucks [May] divas and thugs, keep it goin like [boom, boom, boom] [Rob] Lady May and Rob Jackson, Arista-Crattin' [Rob] bout to blow like [boom, boom, boom] [Rob] We bout to (what what) hit 'em with the (what what) [Rob] E'rybody say it! [boom, boom, boom]