DJ Quik — Boom

[Intro] Just when it seemed I got everything straight and squared away, I gotta do songs like this that go against my good judgment. Fuck y'all. Hell yeah. In a real way. You know why? Check it out. I did everything in my motherfucking power to help you little bitch ass niggas, and y'all wanna talk about me? [Verse 1] I'm just handling my business Doing what I gotta to stay in this But the motherfucking pressure is tremendous All over the world, bitches and ladies wanna fuck us And niggas be set-tripping 'cause they suck us On the outside, it's plain to see That rich and famous is the thang to be With one-time tripping when they see a nice car And groupie niggas kissing ass because we stars Parties in the hotel, parties on the yacht Parties in the back of my limousine hitting pop And I don't give fuck that your single's outselling mine Just give me a fifth of Remy Martin and I'm fine But it seems like my crowd's getting smaller (why's that?) 'Cause everybody's jealous of a baller So when I come up to go back and get the niggas that I used to ride with, they don't know who to side with And these mark ass niggas in the game Talking whole shit just to come up with my name When I catch your asses in person, ain't no hesitation Just prepare for the motherfucking confrontation I make you say too much now Fuck them record it's some dissing, nigga, niggas getting touched now And the street is where you meet your doom Nigga I don't think you really wanna hear my gauge go boom [Chorus] (you know that's right, peeping everyday and every night) 'Cause my shits go BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything and every night) I said my shit go BOOM, BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) My shit goes BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) [Verse 2] I grew my motherfucking hair back To give you niggas something to stare at 'cause you ugly motherfuckers can't wear that style Just one of many that I've introduced And you perpetrators know who to defuse Trying wear feathers with them Shirley Temples Aand gang of bimblers on ya couldn't still with my dimples Looking just like a fat simile of me O.G from CPT, Westside, nigga please Yeah, thanks for the compliment But can get you get up my shit so I can represent? And to you punk motherfuckers trying to diss my shit 'Cause the only real master's plan Is ten Ben Franks folded in my hand So fuck you and your mark ass clique You ain't no riders, y'all just bunch of run-and-hiders Now y'all ain't nothing but a broke down clique A over-the-hill alcoholic jocking each other's shit Sold ten records talking about who the hardest and the softest But there's work at the post office So don't ever try to get like this 'Cause although you can see me, you can never be me And your whack-ass career is doomed 'Cause even if your album was the shit you can never go boom [Chorus:] (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) Nigga, You never go BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) You can't blow up you dud, you never go BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) Yes, you never go BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) Let me give ya little bitch ass a break.... Hell yeah... And it don't stop... Y'all really don't understand, y'all can't FUCK with me... Stay down... I ain't finished... [Verse 3] Now you know you can't saw me I got the gangsta shit that's making bitches like MC Eiht salty Yeah, eating his babies mama, skinning and grinning in ya face I fucked that bitch now tell me how my dick taste And when you graced that hoe you shoulda salted her But let me fuck in the same bed with ya daughter Yeah, the shit that I'm popping is a grit I know what's fight's worth but since you can't fight Don't even trip you little scary ass bitch I heard yo ass cried like Prince when you heard Dollaz + Sense You losing cool points million down to 76 And what you sound is like your mouth is full of my dick Geeah, let this be a lesson of what I'm all about And you better keep my motherfucking name out ya mouth 'Cause it's one in the chamber for every bitch ass nigga up in ya room, and I don't think ya wanna hear 'em go BOOM [Chorus:] (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) My shit goes BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) My shit goes BOOM, BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything every night) My shit goes BOOM (you know that's right, peeping everything every night)