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The Bomb (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

girl you wanna sex me
girl, why don’t you let
you really turn me on
i think we could swing it
girl that’s why i’m sayin’
baby you’re the bomb
well it was just the other day
i was walkin’ down the street
and i saw you standin’ by yourself
you were looking so cute in your black daisy dukes
thought ya probably had a man or two

but then you stepped to me and asked me my name
i gave ya my number and time we could meet
then i watched that booty swingin’ as you walked away
i knew it was on cause
oh baby you’re the bomb
ya baby you’re the bomb

i went to pick you up-you were lookin’ so tuff
in your tight black mini skirt
your curves were jumpin’ out-i had to close my mouth
‘cause baby you’re a piece of work

and then i took you to the club-we turned the party out
i wanna take you home-do some sexin’ on the couch
now you gotta let me know
if this thing is really on
i’m sprung on you baby
‘cause baby you’re the bomb

girl you wanna sex me
girl, why don’t you let
you really turn me on
i think we could swing it
girl that’s why i’m sayin’
baby you’re the bomb
ooo baby you’re the bomb

i wanna make love to ya baby
and i’m about to explode
come on let’s get it on
wanna do ya all night long
you got it goin’ on
oo baby you’re the bomb
baby you’re the bomb
baby you’re the bomb
baby you’re the bomb
you really turn me on
baby you’re the bomb
baby you’re the bomb
baby you’re the bomb
swing it girl let’s

girl you wanna sex me
girl, why don’t you let
you really turn me on
i think we could swing it
girl that’s why i’m sayin’
baby you’re the bomb
ooo baby you’re the bomb
you really turn me on

girl you wanna sex me
girl, why don’t you let
you really turn me on
i think we could swing it
girl that’s why i’m sayin’
baby you’re the bomb
ooo baby you’re the bomb

girl you wanna sex me
girl, why don’t you let
you really turn me on
i think we could swing it
girl that’s why i’m sayin’
baby you’re the bomb

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The Bomb (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

It’s the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes

[verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
A bad young man from the lefrack lands
They say i got an attitude, that’s rude
Because i walked over elvis’ grave in some blue suede shoes
Punk, i got some some stuff that’ll bust through your pest lump
Clearing cells chump, you know the ak shit bump
But every now and then they say (he’s wack)
But deep down in your hear you and them dudes from ridley’s don’t
Believe that
Everyone’s down with the ak brother
Every place i go people be like udda udda, udda
Trying to get the slang down pat, using verbs and syllables, shit
But i’ll flip the style like half a brick
So give me space like nasa, one deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to god
Lyrics are so hard they’ll be kevin costner’s bodyguard
Move over whitney houston, i’m not losing
By the way woman, yo, my name’s not susan
It’s the akenyel, i rock well and with more clientel
Then a guy with long caps of crack to sell
I take poetry and start illin’ with it
Homicide police be looking for me from the way i be killing and shit
You niggas can’t push along, with the ak song
Because thise shit here’s the bomb!

Chorus

[verse 2]
I catch wreck like an automatic tec
Ripping rhymes as if it was written with gilletes
Rapping over slamming tracks
My hand’s compared to a drug called crack
Because it don’t take much to get your ass smacked
So you can save bullshit
Word is bond get your shoehorn
Because i got a style that fit
See akenyele be cold cuttin’ brothers up like a deli
Keeping my cool like arthur fonzarelli
I kick more black ass than jim kelly
Down with easy shit, this nigga tell me
They give me mines from state to state
And gettin’ so much props, my career should be real estate
So now it’s time to face up
But if you play your jaw like a sneaker yo it’s bound to get laced up
For the mc’s that lost it
I’ll treat your rock rhymes like a frisbee, watch the ak toss it
Selling out it what ya caused it
Charlie angel rapper make like farah
And get rinsed down the faucet
Becasue i’m coming at ‘em
So save your devilish tricks for eve if you don’t know me from adam
My lyrics are hotter than summer school
My image, far from an air conditioner beacause i never blow my cool
No thumbs up, nor a collar
I won’t scream or holler
I make mc’s sit their five dollar ass down
Because all they do is scream and speak in tounges
Rah rah rah, but i bust your motherfuckin’ lungs
Burning up charts with the rhymes i spark
Cardiology is the word because it comes from the heart
Brain is on steroids, keeping the lyrics strong
Huh, this shit here is called the bomb!

Chorus

[verse 3]
I keep the mic like glass, because i slash
Thirsty rappers’ ass on a friday night without no hockey mask
I make jason meet his doom
I hit him with the bass from the room that goes
Ba-do-doom-do-do-doom
You can’t fuck with it beacaue i’m a little to exquisite
For y’all snake-ass lizards
Check my style right before you freestyle
My style’s hostile, teddy ted heard it he said "oooh child"
I’m quick to damage you amatures some of you pros
Know on the downlow that i’ll assassinate your character
To think that they can get with this
With all those dreams you fuck around and put freddy out of business
Becasue i’m a rapper’s worst nightmare
Bringing tears for fears, i’m more bad news than the bears
Say a lot for success, i won’t dare
I’m not shadow stephen so i cease to be just another hollywood
Square
I rope ‘em like a lasso, you’d better dash yo
Don’t stand around and be another dennis leary asshole
You’ll get chopped like vegetables
I leave plenty many hanging like testicles, huh
Doing what i half to
To get room to breathe even if it means knocking out your asthma
This ak flow ain’t no fad
I be smoking niggas like cigarettes because they style is just a fucking
Drag
I done blew up the world trade and vietnam
Huh, beacuse this shit here is the bomb!

Chorus

The Bomb (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Plastic people with their plastic lives
Plastic lips tell plastic lies
Plastic drivers in plastic cars
Plastic food from plastic jars

Frustration is the fuse
The flame is hate
Tick tick tick
Detonate
She’s the bomb

Plastic models in plastic magazines
Plastic kings and plastic queens
All are seen on plastic tvs
Prayed to by people on bended plastic knees

What you think, well that’s good too
But not as much as what do you do
This fuse burns slow
Waiting to blow
The world is a heavy load
Watch it explode

Lawmakers with plastic policies
Put plastic locks on their cities
In hopes to keep them quiet
Well go off
Well blow up

The Bomb (Letra)

All-4-One

All-4-One

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

It’s like a holocaust to the boss when i toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you’re lost
In a shuffle of feet, jinx the fiddler
And i control your mind like hitler
You bow and vow to authority
See now, a sucker with a style just boring me
So i show k.n.o.w.
L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you
Then i transform like a decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
In my right palm
But i don’t stay calm
So panic
Others can’t flow so they go schizophrenic
You thought i dropped a dud in your face
Until you taste the blood of the bass
Then you faint, or better yet pass out
When i’m on the mic, believe it’s ass out
You think you’re raw so you draw
You lose, you’re hung, you bite your tongue
The whole town saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on your neck, and you dangle
From side to side in the blazing heat
You’re beat, you’re dead, the fools fell off
You feel you’re turning red, it’s said
That your head burst
And this is only the first verse
Of the bomb

(break)

Don’t break up the fight let them rumble
Over the years i’ve watched some go super-bad quick
Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach
Now ask yourself, who’s stupid?
I take funky funky beats and i loop it
And pimp slap you in the face with the bass
And the boom from the bomb that i drop
Stop
You have a flat top as a fashion
I love black women with a passion
But when they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta clown the hoes, yeah
You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
They’ll steer you wrong
Ice cube’s got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme
The system ain’t wholesome
They want to put a young brother in folsom
And others see me on lockdown
But i come up foul then they get knocked out, word
To the brother that rolls the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that
Jinx got the gat, and it’s a fact
He’ll kick a funky beat to peel your cap
Now who’s the mack?
Who’s the hoe?
Who’s the trick?
I got many, many styles won’t you take a pick
But don’t be alarmed
When i trip and stumble and fumble
And drop the (rewind)
Drop the bomb

(break)

I’m solo, you ask how i’m living
Still dropping more shit than a pigeon
With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,
The m, the o, the b, the great
Lyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha
It’s the hip-hopper that don’t like coppers
And if you try to upset the pot son
You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
I make the beats, i make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find
Ice cube never caught in the middle
I make shit to kick you in the ass a little
And still never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repitition on the mic
Still dissing all the hype
From left to right
How many left to fight?
So what that lench mob like?