get it on Wanna do ya, all night long You got it goin' on Ooo baby, you're the bomb Baby, you're the bomb You really turn me on Baby, you're the bomb
Vertaling: All 4 One. The Bomb.
bomb baby you're the bomb baby you're the bomb baby you're the bomb you really turn me on baby you're the bomb baby you're the bomb baby you're the bomb
out a week, I'm already earnin' Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss Payback time, boy, life's the cost Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof They all
the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate
We ain't never had a problem getting ho's to fuck Suck dick, lick, spit from the shoulders up I let this nut get all over her Another thick bitch kissing all
glass Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah, I work 'em task And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all Just two words ***,
this I do it 4 5 6 my click Clack goes the black hoe pimp And just like it I blow that shit ?Cause bitch I'm the bomb like tick tick Got money and you
, with the right nigga, tight for the calm shit It be bomb shit, every day, all day, his way, ya'll way See you in the hallway, the floor way, 4-4 way
Guns blazing like Michael Caine in Zulu Gunners statistics are sometimes misleading The type of criminal rap is breeding Shot in the chest, no one here stopped the bleeding 2-4
Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh Wanna say what's up to all Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit And fuck all y'all
in ways you never even thought of The city's under siege nigga dont get caught up Im a 4th ave lake street ridin ass nigga Still a ? superior executioner Da bomb
draft of the ox You catch one, trying to pretend you gonna win Headlock, show the block kid counterattack Dunn of mine stay connect, 4th Disciple trife
in your jaw All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier I'm trying to talk to a dime Motherfucker, but I still take my time Cocksucker, to rob y'all niggas for y'all
be shootin somethin Chorus [fatal - talking] Yeah, we doubt y'all cause we outlaws You better know breakin it all Tappin your pocket and your jaw In one
t kill nobody, it wasn't us it was THEM! The Warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't have to show no gun It takes one to know one, and no one can tell
unpredictable and keep them girls guessing you know that Earl was the bomb I'm make ya Oprah plans I got the world in my palms Now come hold my hands Verse 4
