Da Bomb

It's da bomb, it's da bomb
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
It's da bombI 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 MacCan 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 comesIt's the quicka rippa ripper
Known to flip a script like it ain't nothin'
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 kidI'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
Whenever, where ever I still rocks the cradle'Cause I'm a nappy, happy bad little son of a gun
And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none
'Cause on the mike I get dum ditty ditty dum
So watcha back when I say here it comesI 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 MacWell, 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 comesUnderstand 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 CI betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga 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 homesWhy? 'Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little son of a gun
And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none
So watcha back or comments will startcha runnin'
And do, do on yourself when you hear the Daddy comin'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 MacBut, 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, comesI'll be comin' 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' away you're like the bottom of a door matI 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 sticky cage
Give me 30-30 half-caliber half-gaugeAnd 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' a needle is like a needle in a haystack
Press the new rookie breakin' rims down like ShaqYou 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 bombI 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