Boom Biddy Bye Bye (Fugees Remix)
Boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye
Step back as I'm kicking up dust for a while
As I put motherfuckas to rest and pull their files
Out from the cabinet, with the picture
Get the 45 and settle it, with this punk nigga
Slow your roll, as I take control
Take your toke from the Indo'
Then hit and hold, now let it out
How you feel when the herb, got you by the balls
And you're coughing up a lung anyhow
You can't shake, that nigga that's gonna brake fool
On any one member of your bitch crew
As I pull the trigger on my nine
Say goodnight nigga, boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye
(Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why)
Boom biddy bye bye
(I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Any last prayers before you die)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye)
You ain't never caught a rabbit, so you ain't no friend of mine
It's a habit, barkin' up your tree with my nine
Keep your bitch on a leash or at home
A nick knack, paddywack, give the dog a bone
The raw dog, fuck a law dog
Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off
'Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up
Buckle up, chin checking It's on I reckon
It's the wild, wild west
Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest
Let me guess everybody want to test
Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses
Laudy daudy
We're fucking everybody
Boom biddy bye
Sing the lullaby, in the party
Boom biddy bye bye
(Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why)
Boom biddy bye bye
(I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Any last prayers before you die)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye)
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
Watch a punk slipin' see the puto fall
I'm buck-loody, looking for the nigga who want to cut me
'Cause the nigga gets so funky
Fool I'm the one from The Big Bad Cypress Hill clica
Number one son of the funk freaka, yes yes y'all
I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast y'all
Comin' from the west y'all
But I figure, you'd cry like a bitch, don't twitch
'Cause I just might pull the trigga
Now lay down, stay down
Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground
Don't fuck don't say nothin'
You fuck around and I might get ragamuffin
Boom biddy bye bye
Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die
Boom biddy bye bye
(Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why)
Boom biddy bye bye
(I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Any last prayers before you die)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why)
Boom biddy bye bye
(I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Any last prayers before you die)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye)
Boom biddy bye bye
It's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Time to say good-bye
Boom biddy bye bye
Now it's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Now it's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Step back as I'm kicking up dust for a while
As I put motherfuckas to rest and pull their files
Out from the cabinet, with the picture
Get the 45 and settle it, with this punk nigga
Slow your roll, as I take control
Take your toke from the Indo'
Then hit and hold, now let it out
How you feel when the herb, got you by the balls
And you're coughing up a lung anyhow
You can't shake, that nigga that's gonna brake fool
On any one member of your bitch crew
As I pull the trigger on my nine
Say goodnight nigga, boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye
(Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why)
Boom biddy bye bye
(I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Any last prayers before you die)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye)
You ain't never caught a rabbit, so you ain't no friend of mine
It's a habit, barkin' up your tree with my nine
Keep your bitch on a leash or at home
A nick knack, paddywack, give the dog a bone
The raw dog, fuck a law dog
Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off
'Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up
Buckle up, chin checking It's on I reckon
It's the wild, wild west
Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest
Let me guess everybody want to test
Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses
Laudy daudy
We're fucking everybody
Boom biddy bye
Sing the lullaby, in the party
Boom biddy bye bye
(Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why)
Boom biddy bye bye
(I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Any last prayers before you die)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye)
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
Watch a punk slipin' see the puto fall
I'm buck-loody, looking for the nigga who want to cut me
'Cause the nigga gets so funky
Fool I'm the one from The Big Bad Cypress Hill clica
Number one son of the funk freaka, yes yes y'all
I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast y'all
Comin' from the west y'all
But I figure, you'd cry like a bitch, don't twitch
'Cause I just might pull the trigga
Now lay down, stay down
Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground
Don't fuck don't say nothin'
You fuck around and I might get ragamuffin
Boom biddy bye bye
Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die
Boom biddy bye bye
(Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why)
Boom biddy bye bye
(I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Any last prayers before you die)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why)
Boom biddy bye bye
(I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Any last prayers before you die)
Boom biddy bye bye
(Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye)
Boom biddy bye bye
It's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Time to say good-bye
Boom biddy bye bye
Now it's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Now it's time to die
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes
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