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St. Lunatics lyrics Boom D Boom lyrics [Ali] Check Me and Sonny in the Escalade, TV where yo' head lay Uptown, Harlem World, seein With some bran-bran, got a jaw hit Hun'ned G's for the suit, the hood like "oh man" Bendin corna's, twenty-two's, no dubbin, (crrrrrrrrrrrr) That's what you hear 'cause that shit be rubbin I gotta fix that, ooh, damn, who is that Dark skin, five-ten, twist, and kinda thick Pull this bitch over, so I can do what I do Get digits, call later, and teach you about you Mami giggle and smile, said she diggin my style Country boy, rugged for life, never come off foul Ahhh, put you on a team with me First class to the Bahamas, the scenery When I walked off, she called me back on the scene Like "who the St. Lunatics and what them double 'Bs' mean" [Chorus] The double 'B' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom Lunatic bass and beats, catch ya shakin the room So what, what, bomp, bomp What, what, this shit bomp The double 'B' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom Lunatic bass and beats, catch ya shakin the room So what, what, bomp, bomp What, what, this shit bomp I got a size double D waitin at the double tree for me Ecstasy pills, Crissy and them Swisher Sweets With enough dough, to make a cake from scratch We the best, do the knowledge niggas, face the facts (I said that) Draped in black in the back, with that, thing that go, chhchh-pat Indeed, truck so big we gotta pull over to pass the weed, it's a tragedy How my neck, shine in the moonlight Give me one chance to show that ass what ya man ain't doin right It's a hundred percent chance mami, what Leave with me I'm in them pants mami Cotton soft, put it in first and jetted off Pumpin it loud so she can hear Jay-E floss While we got it warm, bitches is startin to swarm Lunatic be the chain, double 'B' be the charm [Chorus] Took a limo to the airport, got a show down south Club one-twelve, showin 'em what that L about Holla at my nigga Ray-Ray Drop the top in four, hit the switch, we bumpin "Dre Day" Hey, hey, hey, what can I say Hit the liquor store for blunts, gin and O.J. 'Cause I just bought a half, Chico dropped it off It's sunny, bitches out, and I'm dyin to floss, you don't say Ain't a damn thing that I won't buy I don't lie, money to the sky, shop 'til I die 'Cause you know I got the greenery Five G's in the mall ain't a thing to me I do that, in a minute, gave my wife the Infinite Dubbed it up, fuck ballin, nigga, I'm winnin the pennet Now that we in it, you know that we gon' do it for sure Before we go let me tell you one thing that you should know [Chorus] The double 'B' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom Other St. Lunatics lyrics: Just For You (The Introductory Poem) lyrics S.T.L. lyrics Okay lyrics Summer In The City lyrics Midwest Swing lyrics Show Em What They Won lyrics Let Me In Now lyrics Dis Iz Da Life lyrics Scandalous lyrics Groovin Tonight lyrics Jang A Lang lyrics Real Niggaz lyrics Here We Come lyrics Love You So lyrics Gimme What You Got lyrics Icey lyrics Show 'Em What They Won lyrics Gimme What You Got (Remix) lyrics Who's The Boss lyrics |