L.A.C - Diary of a Mad Black Rapper

Here Comes the Boom

Gas strong flower bomb
Smoke a lot Cheech and Chong
Head banger power bomb
When hit my lungs
It be like
Boom
Lil shawty made it
Thunder clap
So I had to make it
Rain
Why when that rain fall down
And hit the ground
It be like
Boom
Set it Car alarm
Rich boy power ball
You notice when I
Turn up turn up turn up turn up
It be like
Boom crunk like I came with
Auto start
So much drip until it drop
Get it craccin' like the 4th
When I pop it be like
Boom

That's on the Opp
Make us spin the block
Spin the block again
Spin the block again
Spin the block again
Spin the block
Switch up the car
Spin the block again
Spin the block again
Spin the block again
Spin the block again
That's a laundry mat
Met this lil chick
On Gardner's ferry
Long hair just like repunzal
Her Chanel bag was fake
But that's her real hair
Looking back
On what I been through
Don't know what the future holds
But I'm looking forward to it
Cause ain't no going back
You know that she a jump off
Mad at'cha homie though
Cause she let your homie smash
That's a red flag
Homies really gang banging
Claiming sets I never heard of
Boy shut up that gang made up
That's a red flag

Gas strong flower bomb
Smoke a lot Cheech and Chong
Head banger power bomb
When hit my lungs
It be like
Boom
Lil shawty made it
Thunder clap
So I had to make it
Rain
Why when that rain fall down
And hit the ground
It be like
Boom
Set it Car alarm
Rich boy power ball
You notice when I
Turn up turn up turn up turn up
It be like
Boom crunk like I came with
Auto start
So much drip until it drop
Get it craccin' like the 4th
When I pop it be like
Boom

Now mix the word play
With the gun play
Laser wash wet up your car
Like you just washed the whip
Born again God's son
But I'm the devil's advocate
Father time
Work around the clock
Let's not forget
Hustling before the rap
And I'll trap again
Lil project kid
Always dreamed of being a star
Ya'll can have the sky
Rap legend and a street legend
Call me Mr. Ip
You couldn't fool me
I'm not karate kidding
Hands I got em
And your girl wanna kick with me
Blow more money than Chicago
The windy city
Riches got me tripping
Neighbors think I'm ignorant
When those trials and tribulations had me
I ain't have a pot to piss in

Gas strong flower bomb
Smoke a lot Cheech and Chong
Head banger power bomb
When hit my lungs
It be like
Boom
Lil shawty made it
Thunder clap
So I had to make it
Rain
Why when that rain fall down
And hit the ground
It be like
Boom
Set it Car alarm
Rich boy power ball
You notice when I
Turn up turn up turn up turn up
It be like
Boom crunk like I came with
Auto start
So much drip until it drop
Get it craccin like the 4th
When I pop it be like
Boom

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Writer(s): Richard Little
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