Bom Bom Diggy

[Chorus: Tricky]

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

[Verse 1: Tricky]

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

And I said I'm willing, I'm known for gangster killing

A piece of my piece, my soul control the beast

Get the rest off my chest, keep it far from the rest, progressive best

Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, who the man

With the transnational plan? Smack my uncle sam

Ever since Joni Mitchell, rappers look like them rich

Kill the bombs (Kill, kill, kill) who killed the Fonz?

Henry Winkler, how does he think up?

How does he drink up? How does he sink up?

Punk rock eyes, girls don't treat me nice

You gonna burn off those wings with all those shiny things

[Chorus: Tricky]

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

[Verse 2: Mad Dog]

Although we can't, we men creep

We're inseminatin' the east end, we're not teasin'

Pretend the gasoline went

In the very ground between them

We 'bout money, why? To keep firm

When they can't go talk

Their God will police them

That's we inside for assault

We live in our world with the helicopter

Mind sent around to get a robber

Who knows what the hell a cop does?

Street Dog, I hate them police

Wanna see me and HIV?

One 'ho or one with scrubs

Plus wanna do my girls for drugs

Frontin' with all the right real come on

Don't even say what a lady does

Look as to think I'm turnin' out

With a word at last to run 'em out

Industry - everything under control

None of 'em know who runnin' the show

With the guns and the 'hoes, all of them know

When they come to the door I'm on a roll

Nigga with the Jungle Heights could flow

With the 'hoes in the role for the video

In a great porn show with the flyest girls

Buy and sell with the clientele

Before we all fry in hell

Please don't even try it now

Well, do you suppose my pocket well?

Nickel, dime - a five bag sale

Me and my kind use, I ain't well

Things they try then die jail

Gonna be fast when the high speeds

Are a finished scheme, our hope I don't see riots

This day is a laugh, me a star

Ain't tryin' to see no fuckin' police cars

That's the only drawback when I drive

Slide on our side for a fast ride

They'll be tryin' to move on my side

Got to tell about it before they caught fire

[Chorus: Tricky]

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he? Me the Tricky

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

To the bom bom diggy, who is he?

[Outro: Tricky]

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