DaBomb

It's da bomb

It's da bomb

I drop bombs like Hiroshima

It's da bomb

I know you hear me comin here I come

So you besta watch ya back

It's da bomb

I know you hear me comin here I come

And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac

Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb

Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb

Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb

Well here it comes

Say what

Here it comes

It's the quicka rippa ripper

Known to flip a script like it ain't notin'

All ya MC's that used to MCs better duck an'

Run an' hide cause it's too late to try to make it right

Ya just messed up and I ain't tryin' to let ya slide

Cause I ain't the one for that I ain't the one that slack

I'm the Miggida-Miggida-Mac pack and I ain't takin' jack

I don't care who you get or who ya wit'

Just know you won't be equipped to what it takes to break this krossed

Out kid

I've got deez off dout clout cause I'm deez off doubt

I'm bad suckas if ya wanna know what I'm talkin about

So lay your cards on the table cause I'm able to rock

When ever where ever I still rocks the cradle

Cause i'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun

And in my eyes ni**a you don't want none

Cause on the mike I get dum-ditty ditty-dum

So watcha back when I say here it comes

I know you hear me comin here I come

So you besta watch ya back

It's da bomb

I know you hear me comin here I come

And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac

Well can I drop the bomb drop the bomb

Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb

Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb

Well here it comes

Say what

Here it comes

Understand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavor

We get our own on our own ain't askin for no favors

We're true to what we do that's how we be

So just reason with the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C

I betcha never thought you would here it like this

Some funk for the trunk by this ni**a named Kris

See I ain't into the game

I'm true to the gang

I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing

Cause I'm a little rough neck

Tiffy-tiffy tough neck

Cause what gettin' 'nough respect

And all those little punks talkin' junk bring it on

Cause I just love takin' punks outta homes

Why

Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun