Kaboom lyrics

[First Verse]

KABOOM!Guess who`s back in the room?

The nigga with the skills to talk a dyke out her womb

Soon, very soon, they`ll recognize

Ain`t none as vicious or swift on these bitches

Picture, runnin` your bust ass, succotash niggas

Who could get with the dog

Cuz I rip shit

Up, with what?With skill

I still

Could whip up a batch of somethin` them bitches can`t FUCK WIT

Foreal

And still

I want much respect

If not, then I got, alot of nuts to check

Fuck the check, I`m in this for my props now, partna

Watch a

Nigga 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, fuckin` 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 niggas 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



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KABOOM!Guess who`s back in the room?

My attitude is fuck it and muthafuckas love it



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[Second Verse]

KABOOM!Guess who stepped on the scene

The player with skills 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 bitch mouth-to-mouth, trust me

I`m wicked as Larry Bird jumpshots

And I run this bitch 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 ass

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!



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[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 BITCH now eat it in deep

You niggas sweet as bon-bons

Ol` wannabe playin` ass niggas 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 fucked Wonder Woman twice, now bitches are callin` me Wonder Man

And, I hold the fort in this platoon

But, Boot Camp Clicc, lit again ya bitch, KABOOM!



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