Da Bomb Lyrics - Singles - Kriss Kross

It's da bomb, it's da bomb 

I drop bombs like Hiroshima 

It's da bomb 

I know you hear me comin', here I come 

So you besta watch ya back, it's da bomb 

I know you hear me comin', here I come 

And I'm called the Miggida Miggida Mac 

Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Well, here it comes, say what, here it comes 

It's the quicka rippa ripper 

Known to flip a script like it ain't nothin' 

All ya MC's that used to MCs better duck an' 

Run an' hide 'cause it's too late to try to make it right 

Ya just messed up and I ain't tryin' to let ya slide 

'Cause I ain't the one for that, I ain't the one that slack 

I'm the Miggida Miggida Mac pack and I ain't takin' jack 

I don't care who you get or who ya wit' 

Just know you won't be equipped 

To what it takes to break this Krossed out kid 

I've got deez off dout, clout, 'cause I'm deez off doubt 

I'm bad suckas if ya wanna know what I'm talkin about 

So lay your cards on the table 

'Cause I'm able to rock 

Whenever, where ever I still rocks the cradle 

'Cause I'm a nappy, happy bad little son of a gun 

And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none 

'Cause on the mike I get dum ditty ditty dum 

So watcha back when I say here it comes 

I know you hear me comin', here I come 

So you besta watch ya back, it's da bomb 

I know you hear me comin, here I come 

And I'm called the Miggida Miggida Mac 

Well, can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Well, here it comes, say what, here it comes 

Understand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavor 

We get our own, on our own, ain't askin for no favors 

We're true to what we do, that's how we be 

So just reason with the D A double D Y M A C 

I betcha never thought you would here it like this 

Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris 

See, I ain't into the game, I'm true to the gang 

I'm poppin' your thang, til the party people swing 

'Cause I'm a little rough neck, tiffy-tiffy tough neck 

'Cause what gettin' 'nough respect 

And all those little punks talkin' junk, bring it on 

'Cause I just love takin' punks outta homes 

Why? 'Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little son of a gun 

And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none 

So watcha back or comments will startcha runnin' 

And do, do on yourself when you hear the Daddy comin' 

I know you hear me comin' here I come 

So you besta watch ya back, it's da bomb 

I know you hear me comin' here I come 

And I'm called the Daddy Mac 

But, can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Can I drop the bomb? Drop the bomb 

Well, here it, say what, comes 

I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come droppin' a bomb 

Creepin' up on those Romper Room suckas who wanna get some 

So feel the wrath of a brat with the Mac pack 

Walkin' away you're like the bottom of a door mat 

I didn't gain props 'cause I was a suckas daughter 

I had to earn them droppin' dynamite like Jimmy Walker 

I can pay Donny Mars in a sticky cage 

Give me 30-30 half-caliber half-gauge 

And if you don't know what I'm talkin' about 

Test me out, we're in the big part of in The Last Boy Scout 

Scopin' a needle is like a needle in a haystack 

Press the new rookie breakin' rims down like Shaq 

You think you're dealin' with a weak boy, step back 

'Cause I'm comin' up like a veteran on a phat track 

I'm bein' all I wanna be so you tell Uncle Tom 

Dat Da Brat done drop da bomb 

I know you hear me comin', here I come 

So you besta watch ya back, it's da bomb 

I know you hear me comin', here I come 

And I am what they call Da Brat