Bun B - Boomshakalaka lyrics

[Intro: Chip tha Ripper] Boom We livin' in the last days Yeah we saw what's over [Hook: Chip tha Ripper] 40 on me break you off proper Ain't even gotta co*k it just boomshakalaka Yeah I'm a young cold motherf**er Pull the hammer out and rock ya like boomshakalaka My n***as hit licks like Shottas Load up the forty glockas like Boomshakalaka boom And my b**h gone blast And she got that a** like boomshakalaka n***a People say we runnin out of time And they gonna drop another bomb like boomshakalaka I'm a lose my f**ing mind And I'mma blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka b**h People say we runnin out of time And they gonna drop another bomb like boomshakalaka A n***a run upon me and try to take mine I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka b**h [Verse 1: Chip tha Ripper] I'm ballin forty in my hand Bet this motherf**er won't NBA Jam Up the Springfield, don't think my aim off My Louie Jacket cost more then ya chain cost I'm finna act up, not sober (drunk as f**) I'm strapped up, glaucoma (f** you up) Hot damn, son of a b**h Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch Turn the t.v. on, they tellin' stories Turn your b**hes on, she extra horny You know what I'm on, with your fine a** She got red lipstick on the wine gla** I know you n***as mad, I see you tail wagging Act like you got some sense or something bad will happen She got off work and came straight to the club Your b**h tryna catch a date with some rich thugs And you mad [Hook] [Verse 2: Bun B] Trill OG Bun B all ready Trigger finger on the trigger and it's all steady No problem is too big or too small Got the third eye to see around corners and through walls No matter who calls we answer first ring Mind on the money baby that's the first thing Got your baby mama, by her purse strings Losing her to me wouldn't be the worst thing This that mob music, strictly for made men Run up like you want it you can catch up fade then I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin They gone find you right there in the same spot you lay in I'm not the one and I'm not the two bro I'm the cat who gone make it do what it do bro And you know so act right Cause I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka [Hook] [Verse 3: Chip tha Ripper] I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow) This what you call a mack eleven (sha-plow) Here's two on the way down (plow plow) Here's four more (plow plow plow plow) I got a plan to take over your land If you keep it one hundred I keep it hundred grand I'm not a star you know my name now my story You simple you represent fame I rep glory Damn now these n***a's talking down But they don't say nothin' when I'm around We don't f** with y'all no dap you get a pound Naw, matter of fact f** that you get a round I don't' hang with industry n***as I hang with k**ers I don't f** with these rap n***as they ain't my n***as My whole outfit from Paris Show up to your house party like Robin Harris with the [Hook]