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Bom Bom Zee Lyrics - Singles - Keith Murray

Yo this is Keith Murray and Hurricane G with the bom bom zee 

Trey deep takin' to the streets 

We straight ball hoggin' word up 

Niggaz know what time it is 

Straight up 

Straight motherfuckin' Def Squad L.O.D. 

 

We can stand in the water and can't get wet 

Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck 

 

Gloria! 

 

Hey funny, what's up with that money grip, yeah 

Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip 

the master, the ultimate funk, freak-er 

I'm unique, I got soul out my sneak-er 

A dope female, with the fat tail 

I never liked college, so yo, fuck Yale! 

If you don't know me by now I'm Puerto Rican 

(When the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin!) 

The Bad Mamma Jama, still bust the grammar 

Fuck the bullshit, let's get legit 

Yes me the Hurricane yo I pack skills 

So I keep on steppin like I'm doin drills 

Hut one, two, charge enlarge 

God damn, so don't fuck around with the jam! 

Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it 

Don't flex, in my pocketbook I pack a biscuit 

I blow your ass out (click click booyaka) 

How's that? Now peep the size of my gat 

I'm gassed, so motherfuckers kiss my ass 

My whole ass; my entire big fat ol' ass! 

 

Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin' yeah!) 

Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin' yeah!) 

 

Keith! 

 

The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic car tires squeal 

Not havin' it, bashin your style I'm somethin' drastic 

Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin' who 

want to step in the helm of the realm of the Def Squad crew (Def Squad!!) 

I shoot the gift like SWISH drinkin Olde English 

Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this 

Pissed ain't the word so observe, how I break 

your flow down through science, and kick you to the curb 

Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry 

You see me, G, we or E and somethin' out this anatomy 

Found the words of motherfuckin' technology 

(Like that) and we out 

 

It's the bom bom zee, oh yeah 

With Keith Murray, and Hurricane G 

For y'all that don't know, ya betta ask somebody! 

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