! Bombs bombs away! Teenage battlefield! Bombs bombs away! Bombs bombs away! Teenage battlefield! Bombs bombs away! Bombs bombs away! Teenage battlefield! Bombs bombs away! Bombs bombs away! Teenage battlefield! Bombs bombs
Tłumaczenie: The Sounds. Bomby Bombs Away.
Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a time bomb Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might
: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a
Talk to me Tell me your name You blow me off like it's all the same You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away Like a bomb Yeah, baby Talk to me Tell me
to pay I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pele Gettin' old like Ali Boomba Yay So fed up with racism today It's time to speak up and not turn away Make
me away Go on, be gone, and the point of view was made with the song And while they pop I'm ready to bomb, bomb, bomb I say the war shouldn't stop until
was comin' out Check this shit out: I got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin' house, Wish Bone And the muthafuckin' bomb
straight guerilla, that hit these niggas for the scrilla The wig spliter, I cock this 44 revolver, the problem solver Step and get wet, like saliva Like pearl harbor, I bomb
come back I'ma stick to the facts Fuck it if I don't go two The homies know that Face stay true And though I've got more muscle, my sounds don't change
?ve been ripped into lyrics, I?ve been ripped into words Explained like physics leaving your vision blurred Helping the unrighteous men there is no need to worry Crush the wicked, in away
sensimilia, no it only brings me down burn away my brain, away my brain is too compound purifying my soul and elevating my sound like the son of a sun
've had just about enough of quote "Diamonds in the rough" Because my backbone is paper thin Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in If the bombs go
crowd) We layin' down tighter than plaques When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb
Uhh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer, Harlem horror We back Yeah, ya, ya, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
like Baby D Got my real partner Old Skool Freddy B In the house, him and Father Dom Jumped in the plane with a pocket full of bomb Not the explosive
dizzy dizzy [Outro: Lil Jon: and (Elephant Man)] Hey! (Come on!) Hey! Hey! Yeah! Hey! (Scoobay! Away!) It's the mufkin remix! Yeah! (Clear!) It's the mufkin remix! (Bomb
above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks Sound
