P Money - Boom Boom lyrics

[Hook] Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Style what mi have [?] Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem [Verse 1: D Double E] I'm, I'm feeling pucker [?] hard like nunchucka Going for the gold like BA Baraka Lyrical nutter straight from the gutter First cla**, I'm on the A Team Some of them are on the B team and the C team Come and join the D Double E team That's the team to be on I'm a scholar, we can have a gamble Ching chang walla [?] I know you wanna follow If you change your mind, just, just Just holla me, holla me Follow me, follow me It's going down like the economy We're deluxe, they're economy Dem boys could never try conning me, honestly [Hook] Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Style what mi have [?] Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem [Verse 2: P Money] Yo, badman Brand new whip? Badman Girls in it too? Badman Dickhead, they think you're some cab man Back in the day, I was shotting like a madman My chauffeur was a cab man 50 here, 50 there, 100 here When the feds were there I swallowed more dots than Pac Man I was mad, fam, f** hand-outs So I was giving out backhands I ain't on playing no games with the strap But you're definitely stuck in the mud if I tag man I see through these MCs like a CAT scan Hit low, I couldn't gas man 'Llow the gun talk, P, [?] Artillery than an Afghan, rah [Hook] Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Style what mi have [?] Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem [Verse 3: Frisco] Before E is D, I'mma grace it first From me, you will never get a basic burst Just give me the riddim and let me do what I do I come through and I more than make it work Clean in my heart, I was raised in the dirt Gunshot for a hater, pagan alert (sky!) We ain't gonna rock, I'll pull something out of my sock Invasion alert OK, chat to me now, let's get busy Got gas on my chest cuh the flow's too fizzy I'll make the darg dem bite you up The likkle young bucks ain't gonna ask "who is he?" Fam, what is it? Footsie gave me the permit to murder a guy with lyrics So f** it, I'mma murder a guy with lyrics Bring life to the tune, then k** it [Hook] Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Style what mi have [?] Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem [Verse 4: Footsie] I spit with fire in the belly It's like 'nuff guys are pregnant Cause they spit with a liar in the belly Whenever I turn my TV on I see bare lies on telly These guys are straight Jim Carrey Liar, liar Bullsh**, I'm no buyer, buyer Nah, you can't fool me, fam In this ting, you can't school me, dan I keep it gangster just like Gotti My flow is 12 gauge just like shotty So you should call it, fam Cuh the tool will leave you crawling, dan My work is neat, not sloppy Feel the kick back when the shotty go [Hook] Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Style what mi have [?] Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Boom, boom, drop it pon dem Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem