Boom Clap Sound - Kottonmouth Kings, Chris Webby

Zippity zippity backa de back zep zep zoom ba ba boom biba de bab clucky de

clack put one in the hole I’m ready to rap this how we do when the kings in the

building this how we do when the caps start pealing this how we do when Baer

goes bare this is how we do when I smoke on the green ya tell me you

motherfucker what you really wanna do wanna run around a track while I run

around it too wanna run run run let me get that split that run run run let me

hit that rep that hit that rep that get that gold let me put it in a pipe let

me pack it in a bowl wanna.

run run run run run run run run

I never really get upset all the way to the point were I feel like their is no

hope lift now tryna keep a good out look tryna reroute all thoughts that will

weight me down all I assume to need is a big bag of weed and a couple of shots

of let’s say crown if you beef if I don’t bang in my jeep then we going to my

town, my town yea that’s where I go when I need to go get oz so I didn’t blow

my top Off face blow when I lose control gotta tell em better come back in one

piece body whole I know you know or at least I know that you relate cause these

harps deserve to be story told gonna take the least favorite song on yer

headphone and know that yer not alone

I put my stamp on it guaranteed freshness the X factor quality tester

handcrafted packed up in vacuum seal so when you bang it loud it’s that shit

that you can feel real deal underground street sweeper stone town were the

future sound gatekeeper kottonmouth license and bongoes when yer speakers

beating now look who responded the A team special unit stoner squad stomping

out mudholes told you it’s a dirty job, clean up crew so pack a bong hit fill

it up to the top it’s gonna be a long trip eyes glazed blood shot I stay ripped

I disconnect from the system of power grit a Renegade, outcast, misfits will

equip wit the cannabis survival kit

Boom clap boom clap sound to the poem sound to the poem sound to the poem

I don’t know about to lose control here they go

Here that, that be the sound of the police on the way to ruin your time

everybody

In the area spark it up so they lose their mind

Boom clap forshezee I’m gonna keep these raps bizzy I’m gonna keep my brain all

dizzy bemap when you get boom klizzy clap clap when you hear my gun go blap

blap that be the rebel of partying bringing so give the bubble to snap snap yea

now where did they all go move to the beat keep putting the peace we filling

the street I front of the crowd pulling the heat and never to stop and never

decease I’m off of the leash so give me the keys you gotta believe me open yer

eyes and now you can see me over the lies I’m overly dreaming you looking

around yer bringing the ground forever I’m pealing just stay to the track I’m

eating the gluts and stealing simmers of time resemble the grizzly feeding

resemble for what I’m achieving were in it to rap you call me heaving fuck

everybody I’m ending up leaving the party is over the stress it ain’t stopping

who’s looking for good but now it ain’t popping and now that I see the true

color I think I’ll be dropping out the race to keep it from flopping keeping

the party alive the only one option the only one option