Ludacris - Tomb of the Boom lyrics

[Big Boi] Yo Just so you all know what time it is It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even goin say the motherf**ing rest But you know It's Dungeon Family all day long baby We finna break it off with some fresh new sh** [Verse 1--C-Bone] This rap game lovely Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me Bending corners in the Benz Ridin like a bucket, n***a f** it I know some hoes s*utty I optioned a b**h off like a n***a playin rugby I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions Perpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug related It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and a baby You don't grind, you be lying Should be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe? [Hook--Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Verse 2--Lil' Brotha] You see, I co*k back Glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots, I'm givin hoes back shots I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop Konkrete, Aquemini, we takin this here to the top Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch To my real n***as, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx f** the cops, we makin noise and we won't stop Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's gon' drop Old school, big shoes, n***a, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Verse 3--Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr. co*kerspaniel in your Poodle, after school tutor Roto Rooter, addicted to follies Like brown collies, stay soft fro crows Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking a different language, RBI fly wide Talk to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now p**y pop for me now, sell co*k for me now Fight a b**h, hit her in the eye for me now See you when I see you, now I'm out wit me now [Hook] [Verse 4--Supa Nate] I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight f** wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates I'm true to this sh**, I ain't new to this sh** Over a million sold on strictly weed, bricks Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white s*ut It's over for you, cavern a** rapper, get out the game You can fool the record labels but not the streets mayne I just tell it how I see it n***a, facts is facts The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque I've been to hell and back so n***a give me my props Konkrete, Big Boi, beatin through your Speakerboxxx [Hook] [Verse 5--Ludacris] Ludacris, yeah I keep a Glock in case you like to leak a lot Meanwhile, crankin' the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx, so here he is! Get the f** on the ground Is just a phrase you might hear strolling through the A-Town They don't believe that we'll stab them in the abdomen From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland So put your fist up boy, you wanna romp You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped Thinking way back before I got mine Putting bullet holes through the neighborhood stop signs Still wild is my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman Denenen, A hundred thou, b**h! Diamonds shimmerin Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for The Strap Below I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles [Hook] [Verse 6--Big Boi] Fourth and goal Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll Around and take the ball up the middle,the gut, the what, the hole Cranium overload, overthrowed Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think He's blessing me Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me Player, pimp, gangster, poet We gon' spit it, we gon' show it to your a** "You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he pa**ed But I know one day we will once more cross paths They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your n***a Dre" I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay" OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division We done split it down the middle so you can see both the visions Been spittin it damn near ten years, why the f** would be be quittin? f**, n***a