"I'm The Bomb" lyrics

Street certified!
I'm the bomb, motherfucker, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucker, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Outta time

Yeah
This the grenade flow came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya)
Head on 'em, very bright, call me "street corner" (ow!)
See watch your words 'cause the chopper heat speak coma (yah!)
Hot nigga bitch, Arizona, California (whoo!)
Cash surfing, hit the bank like cowabunga (cowabunga)
Every summer make it rain while you just thunder
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers
Never played the band, Mac 11 hand drummer
He ain't saying nothing, clean hundred seen coming
You think he seen something, bullets got 'em mean mugging
Got his whole team swearing they ain't seen nothing
A lot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted
The feds want him but that Lamborghini speed on 'em (vroom!)
Call the fettuccine, swag on the tag homie (tag homie)
Mr. Miyagi flow, kicking down the damn door (b-bow!)
Hot diamonds on the wrist, call it "Hell froze"
An animal, I'm eating niggas like Hannibal
I'm 'bout to blow, when I land, call me "cannonball"
I'm rapping circles 'round these Urkels, they in meta pause (meta pause?)
We never fall, tell these haters grow a set of balls
So I can shoot 'em in and luck can play the cheddar ball (huh?)
You cross that water into Florida, welcome to the Mob (yeah?)
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?)
'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potato ass pie
Ask the last guy, turn him into mascots
Them bullets smash out, squeeze into the last round
And all hands down, better be a man down
We ain't tripping, bury him into a sand pile
I'm a land mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!)
Ha! Yeah! So what you motherfuckers saying now? (saying now)
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down)

I'm the bomb, motherfucker, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucker, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Tick, tick, bow!
Outta time