Tim Smooth - KABOOM! lyrics

[First Verse] KABOOM! Guess who's back in the room? The n***a with the sk**s to talk a dyke out her womb Soon, very soon, they'll recognize Ain't none as vicious or swift on these b**hes Picture, runnin' your bust a**, succotash n***as Who could get with the dog Cuz I rip sh** Up, with what? With sk** I still Could whip up a batch of somethin' them b**hes can't fu*k WIT Foreal And still I want much respect If not, then I got, alot of nuts to check f** the check, I'm in this for my props now, partna Watch a n***a drop knowledge like a rasta I could scope where your head at Cuz I, funk up a room like the fumes of the wound of a dead rat Yeah I done said that, f**in' right Now ain't no touchin' mine, and Smooth ain't nothin' nice Ha? Let it be known Soon as I hit the door, fake n***as be gone Ready for whatever you ready for If ever you ready to take me to the other level, baby let me know I got'cha back like a siamese twin Or a chinese friend who lent'cha nineteen yen Tim, perfects a hymn, like Mahalia If you don't know, I'm sure, somebody gone tell ya Chorus: KABOOM! Guess who's back in the room? My attitude is f** it and muthaf**as love it (4x) [Second Verse] KABOOM! Guess who stepped on the scene The player with sk**s to outscore your whole team I'm so clean you could eat red beans off me Awfully swift with words, but combos costly I'm straight bout my clout I'm straight out the South I wouldn't give a b**h mouth-to-mouth, trust me I'm wicked as Larry Bird jumpshots And I run this b**h and green is a young cop Not too many alive could survive my flow Not too many freestyle like me, I know But it's bout time that y'all get recognized And he who can't see what I see, better check his eyes He act froggish, then that's his a** Mr. Tim Smooth will suffocate another rapper, like a plastic bag And ask his Dad, "You want some of Shaburnke?" Show ya with that boot camp, they lettin' me KA-BOOM! Chorus [Third Verse] Well I swing through the swamp like I'm Tarzan I may be a marked man, but I ain't mark brand I'm boot camp, read it and weep And here's a dick trick b*tch now eat it in deep You n***as sweet as bon-bons Ol' wannabe playin' a** n***as need some pom-pons Ha? You don't want me to act a fool And he shivers when he here my name, watch this: Say it again, "Tim Smooth" Five ten I'm strong as straight gin I'm harder than George Foreman's uppercut to your chin Tim, couldn't be seen if I was wearin' flourescent green With a twenty inch fro, and no sheen You hoes gonna understand That I done f**ed Wonder Woman twice, now b**hes are callin' me Wonder Man And, I hold the fort in this platoon But, Boot Camp Clicc, lit again ya b**h, KABOOM! Chorus