Boogiemonsters - Bronx Bombas lyrics

[Hook 1] {x4} Clap ya hands if ya feel alright Yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook 2] {x2} Pa** me the mic I'm in the mood to get open Coming from the Bronx and I be on top Move to the relaxation of the music Clap ya hands if ya feel alright [Verse One: Mondo] I'm cooling at the party with my faberge coat Black ski googles and my blue Puma suit Precise like a dagger, staggering when I'm nice Greg O's good to go, Flex Lover's got the dice Get down, boogie to the bang I got the slow lingo and that's how it swang One of the bros from the video, you can call me Mo' N.D.O., it's the flow go getter I met her in the disco, didn't drink Cisco Had water on ice, but the kid was nice They had open mic tonight I came to rock despite The odds were against me, [?] Boogie flight I was on the solo, oh no a duo, but you know That I can funk it up, I treat the mic like a rookie Come into my cipher, watch the other brothers keep it hyper But I'm ranking, I leave the mic stanking During my donation my name's called next Greg says "go", Flex says "yes" I get up on the stage and I look up at the ma** My hands are [?], pardon me could you... [Hook 2] [Hook 1]