Rappin' Ron & Ant Diddley Dog - The Bomb lyrics

(Ant Banks) Yeah... Really though... Real smooth you know what I'm saying... Back on that a** hoe...check it It's the banksta, back in the door, rappin a flow, smacking a hoe So motherf**er you should act like you know Cuz, I'm coming with the Bad n' Fluenz clique A lunitic b**h, and we had to ruin sh**, you made we doing this But ain't no use in getting angry cuz we came G The big dick gangsta you can't change me I got game see and a dick big as an elephant I'm hella bent, now pa** the p**y cuz, i smell the scent And if you miss out on this dick b**h you unlucky Cuz I'm so good I could make a nun f** me But let's get back to this way out sh** Not that bootsy a** flow sh** that play out quick I gotta come with the sh** that 'll have y'all jocking Now hoes drawls dropping, and house walls knocking, they flocking Just to hear my flow style straight gangsta profile Looking sick a** f** with no smile The whole crowd go wild when this n***a flow And when I hit the Door I'm leaving with the thickest hoe That's what the macks do, leaving hoes stuck like a statue With this rap style you get attached to A wack crew 'll fall fast when we all blast And attack you with a few slugs in yall a** I'm a menace and n***as finish in last place n***as be flowing and don't be knowing they a** fake I guess them n***as got a weak brain, I'm from the streets mayne So just kick back and peep game Can't get with this cuz this sh** is on hit And don't forget I spit on this way out sh** b-yatch (Chorus) (Ron: The bomb got me thinking of some way out sh**) (Ant: If you ain't getting lit, you better stay out b**h) (Ron: The bomb got me thinking of some way out sh**) (Ant: I'm in the house with the motherf**in' Bad n' Fluenz clique) (Rappin' Ron) The chronic got me thinking of some way out sh** I'm in the motherf**in' house you better stay out b**h Cuz it's me you can't f** with, giving hoes rough dick Now I'm back up b**h and i'm talking much sh** And i can back it up for those who be running up Yeah, they be acting up, but I don't think they dumb enough To think that they can stop the Ron, cuz I be dropping bombs And if you bring yo mama in it then I'm socking mom But it ain't gotta be like that, go around the corner and pick up a nice sack And bring that a** right back, ignite that, so we can get lit Cuz when I hit the joint I be getting to the point quick I like sit back and stay calm and don't choke So let me hit that it ain't bomb I won't smoke So get the dank, don't get lit and spill the drank Just smash on the gas hella fast, fill the tank So we can go kick it and do some sh** so wicked Like pull out my dick and watch yo hoes lick it And those b**hes, they can't say sh** to Ron I stay lit everyday smoking zips of bomb... b**h cuz I'm... a motherf**in' mack And when I bust a rap you know you can't f** with that So admit you can't f** with it Because the sh** that you claim that you fitna do, n***a i done just did it And plus I'm 'bout to do some mo' And I pack a tec 9, so next time you fools 'll know We get funky like dog sh**, and me and diddley dog Spit on this crazy off the wall sh** (Chorus) (Ant Diddley Dogg) Now it's that lyrical mack so uh, hear it go smack In your motherf**in' face, this ain't no miracle black It's that way out sh** that I be thinkin' of Straight mickey's ice in my system, I ain't drinking bud light I love mics thats why I rips it up And I love that hennessy too, that's why I sips a cup Every time it pa**es, I'm ready to kick some a**es If you can't see that I'm the tightest get some gla**es But you might need bifocals when you hear my vocals Believe it it's true, Ant Diddley's coming through And you could ask your mama hoe, flowing astronomical Me and Rappin' 'll flow straight for an hour so Quick to devour your crew feel the power of two sick n***as so What the f** you cowards gone do Seven up to a gun fight, cuz all i need is one mic And every time I grab it I'm guaranteed to come tight So listen as I let it slide out And for a talkitive b**h I gotta dick for her wide mouth And all violators will get prosecuted When the Glock is co*ked, b**h I got's to shoot it You say you the tightest but that's not the truth I got more brain than Einstein and more rhymes than Doctor Suess Coming with explosive sh**, n***as can't get close to this Ant Diddley Dog got technique, f** them flows you spit I make my rhyme sound fat got it down packed n***a pa** the bomb i ain't f**ing with no brown sack So kick back cuz Bad n' Fluenz ain't gone play out quick Comin with this way out sh** (Chorus 5x) (Ant Banks) It's got your b**h on a long a** dick