Da Bomb

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 quicker gripper ripper

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

All ya MC's that dissed the M-A-Cs 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 you won't be

equipped to what it takes to break this Krossed Out kid

I've got dessorked out clout 'cause I'm dessorked out

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

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

Whenever, wherever, I still rocks the cradle

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

And in my eyes, *****, you don't want none

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

So watch back when I say here it comes

(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

Understand that Kris to the Kross

comes with nothing but flavour

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

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 your trunk by this ***** named Kris

See, I ain't into the game

I'm true to the gang

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

Cause I'm a little rough neck

Tiffy-tiffy tough neck

Causin' what gettin' 'nough respect

And all those little punks talkin' junk bring it on

Cause I just love takin' punks out' homes

(Why?) Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little son-of-a-gun

And in my eyes, n1gga, you don't want none

So watcha back or comments will start a runnin'

And do-do on yourself when you hear the daddy comin'

(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 Daddy Mac

But, 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(Say what?)

Comes!

I'll be coming around the mountain when I come droppin' a bomb

Creepin' up on those Romper Room suckas who wanna get some

So feel the wrath of a brat with the Mac pack

Walkin' over you like the bottom of a door mat

I didn't gain props cause I was a suckas daughter

I had to earn them droppin' dynamite like Jimmy Walker

I can pay Donny Mars in a bird in a sticky cage

Give me 30-30 half-caliber half-gauge

And if you don't know what I'm talkin' about, test me out

We're in the big part of in The Last Boy scout

Scopin' out ****** like a needle was in a haystack

Press the new rookie breakin' rims down like Shaq

You think you're dealin' with a weak boy step back

Cause I'm comin' up like a Veteran on a phat track

I'm bein' all I wanna be so you tell Uncle Tom

Dat Da Brat done drop da bomb

(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 am what they call Da Brat

(It's da bomb)