Kriss Kross - Da Bomb lyrics

It's da bomb, it's da bomb I drop bombs like Hiroshima It's da bomb I know you hear me comin', here I come So you besta watch ya back, it's da bomb I know you hear me comin', here I come And I'm called the Miggida Miggida Mac Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Well, here it comes, say what, here it comes It's the quicka rippa ripper Known to flip a script like it ain't nothin' All ya MC's that used to MCs better duck an' Run an' hide 'cause it's too late to try to make it right Ya just messed up and I ain't tryin' to let ya slide 'Cause I ain't the one for that, I ain't the one that slack I'm the Miggida Miggida Mac pack and I ain't takin' jack I don't care who you get or who ya wit' Just know you won't be equipped To what it takes to break this Krossed out kid I've got deez off dout, clout, 'cause I'm deez off doubt I'm bad s**as if ya wanna know what I'm talkin about So lay your cards on the table 'Cause I'm able to rock Whenever, where ever I still rocks the cradle 'Cause I'm a nappy, happy bad little son of a gun And in my eyes, n***a, you don't want none 'Cause on the mike I get dum ditty ditty dum So watcha back when I say here it comes I know you hear me comin', here I come So you besta watch ya back, it's da bomb I know you hear me comin, here I come And I'm called the Miggida Miggida Mac Well, can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Well, here it comes, say what, here it comes Understand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavor We get our own, on our own, ain't askin for no favors We're true to what we do, that's how we be So just reason with the D A double D Y M A C I betcha never thought you would here it like this Some funk for the trunk by this n***a named Kris See, I ain't into the game, I'm true to the gang I'm poppin' your thang, til the party people swing 'Cause I'm a little rough neck, tiffy-tiffy tough neck 'Cause what gettin' 'nough respect And all those little punks talkin' junk, bring it on 'Cause I just love takin' punks outta homes Why? 'Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little son of a gun And in my eyes, n***a, you don't want none So watcha back or comments will startcha runnin' And do, do on yourself when you hear the Daddy comin' I know you hear me comin' here I come So you besta watch ya back, it's da bomb I know you hear me comin' here I come And I'm called the Daddy Mac But, can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb Well, here it, say what, comes I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come droppin' a bomb Creepin' up on those Romper Room s**as who wanna get some So feel the wrath of a brat with the Mac pack Walkin' away you're like the bottom of a door mat I didn't gain props 'cause I was a s**as daughter I had to earn them droppin' dynamite like Jimmy Walker I can pay Donny Mars in a sticky cage Give me 30-30 half-caliber half-gauge And if you don't know what I'm talkin' about Test me out, we're in the big part of in The Last Boy Scout Scopin' a needle is like a needle in a haystack Press the new rookie breakin' rims down like Shaq You think you're dealin' with a weak boy, step back 'Cause I'm comin' up like a veteran on a phat track I'm bein' all I wanna be so you tell Uncle Tom Dat Da Brat done drop da bomb I know you hear me comin', here I come So you besta watch ya back, it's da bomb I know you hear me comin', here I come And I am what they call Da Brat