Boom Bap

[Intro: Sap] Yeah, and I know you from where? I don’t know you man [Verse 1: Sap] I’m more fly than how fast time pass Relax out in palm beach while I palm ass She a bad bitch over there with a wine glass If anybody smashed I’ll be damned if I’m last I love hitting big booty bitches That love to watch Love and Hip-Hop I love to run in flip flops only rolling with big shots Car dealerships the only time I shop at big lots And any time that I start dropping boy you don’t get hot Hoes know my name well like they birth me One bitch acting new and never heard me I’m well hydrated I never was thirsty A white bitch with a black eye never was Fergie These niggas beating hoes down like pow And every time I see it go down I’m like “wow” And anyways we need a bunch of bottles right now My ears ringing yo I mean it’s quite loud But still [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] Hit-Boy turned a little to a lot Throw it in the grease watch it sizzle in the pot Dribbling the rocks send a signal to the spot Get banged for your bucks and a missile at your top HB run the route, still busting moves like Joe Jackson child Sub on loud while we puffing on loud The market dirty, need a clean up on the aisle Copped the whole thing though, go half or nothing She gonna go fast like Bo Jackson rushing BC in the white Benz, pulling up thumping And we go back like 4 flats on a bucket Out the sunroof screaming fuck it Out in public you gotta love it The days when we was younger was the roughest Now it’s nothing to hit the mall and go stupid Plugged in the game and we still got it zoomin [Verse 3: Mike Zombie] I can’t say I got attention hyperactive disorder All the water broke and the doctor diagnosed me with this My motor mouth is premium this is grade A what I spit But not the type to gass you up the type to push German whips It’s only footwear on the couches when you look at my fit And I ain’t fucking a bottle because those bitches don’t get a tip Stumbling over like speech impediments over the fifth Henny straighter than homophobics ain’t no soda with this Who you know but this that rap like this You’re two headed monsters I’m a fucking lochness Four in the morning young ZO was still at it They can’t get enough of these bars like Xan addicts Momma always knew I wasn’t normal like Norman She know my bass come hit these bitches until motels are not bits Now every time I’m out I see them mouth And they like “that’s Mike Zombie” The looking at me while I’m looking at them dead in the face [Verse 4: Hodgy Beats] Fuck me and get a slip disc Who is- this? Hodgy back for busi-ness Get chips and dip like I’m frying fish sticks I’m with a- chicken head and she dickin shit And when I win the bread I know the bitches with this shit She like expensive hairdos and golden bamboos She rolled up a fat L and smoked them grams too I get it back and take a swim like shamoo I condition my women minus the shampoo I’m pegging on her leggings while I hold on to her handle I’m up before the sun up, I’m blowing out a candle She up like what the fuck is up with records to scramble That’s what the fuck is up with breakfast I scrambled She woke up and discovered I left the channel A block anglo sax and rambo attack Lambo car jack and catch but the handles attached to me