Epmd - Boon Dox Lyrics
Typed by: ohhla.com(chorus)Coming straight from the boon dox(3x)(pmd)Coming straight from the boon dox, when my tune stomps like sasquatchYou better slow down cuz Im top notchWit the be-bop, cant you see hoppsYo, Im swinging wild, g, chill or catch a speed knockFor crying out loud, my style is buckwhyledStraight from strong isle, peace to the ooh childA true troop, rugged, stomp in tims bootsNo static, ---- uncle sam, I got mad lootSo back up off me, break north you seeI wreck a party in half and then Im swayzeRap maniac, brainiac on a fly track? Ive got to zap all those? whos grabbing my bozackBut its mine, einstein, just like the nineRockin my jock, loaded for primetimeIm on a roll and the mic doc just cant stopBust it, coming straight from the boon doxChorus(erick sermon)1, 2, 1, 2, mic check and Im packed wit the fire weaponNo half steppin, my nine, a black tech andUzi, Im psycho crazyDont ever try to do me, babyYea, Im still wrecking house, so whats up and aI stuck a nigga in his gutIm ? rougest? competition, never outlasting(what happen e-d)yo, I waxed ugly bastardsI took a stick of dynamite and blew em up, rightThen boom, I knock em out like mikeI throw a clean fight, cant leave it messyMy blow is super like joe pesciBefore I break out, lets make a toastAnd after Im finish my drink then es ghostSo mr. bartender, give me a scotch on the rock(where you coming, e) Im saying peace from the boon doxChorus(p: pmd, e: erick sermon, b: both)(p)now what (e) I know what(p)boy, your mouth shut(e)so get these (what) nuts because the squads butt(p)popping ying-yang, no skills wit the hand swing(e)another hit from the sqaud (b) its a small thing(p)? from the joys of funk, bunk? and make you jump(e)and pump your hands in the air(b)soul like a speed bump(b)down wit def jam(e)? those scabs rule records, man?(p)thanks to lyor cohen (e) and russell simmons(p)yea, but for now child (woo, woo) bow wow(b)crazy phillie, thats the goal now, boon dox
