The Lordz - Out Ta Bomb lyrics

[Verse One] Put the pedal to the metal let's turn it out Let's show these motherf**ers what it's all about Is it all about the pride all about the crowd Run from a cop never drop on a dime Put your hands up cause I'm clockin' dough Don't never say a white boy ain't got no soul I ain't on parole never snitch to a fed Yo the only f**in' singin' is your girl in my bed I'm sick up to here with this and that I ain't pushin' crack so step the hell back It's the Lordz of Brooklyn in the house here to turn it out Right in your face punk what's it all about? [Chorus] I'm out to bomb! Put it up! Get it on! I'm out to bomb! Put it up! Get it on! [Verse Two] I set sail like the holy grail the crusader don't cater to no sh** that's frail Take me to the catacomb on the dragon's chrome After dark I leave my mark like it's etched in stone I'm pure white heat I take a quantum leap I'm coming deep in the night like a nightmare in your sleep Like a Viking funeral I'm leaving sh** burned I said clowns get drowned when the tide gets turned We're the Lordz we sport the crowns we're the kings underground What comes around goes around and it brings you right down [Chorus] [Verse Three] I'm on a sixth probation or should I say vacation Vickin' motherf**ers when they're steppin' in my station Stalkin' through the tunnel with a shank in my hand Penetrate that f**in' lung let it flow like a dam Something's up with Kaves something's up with Kaves Yo you gotta get made made Yo you gotta get paid paid I'm the king of enamel the crazy ducky boy wearing flannel I climb the Verrazano eat my pasta with Romano The Brooklyn mutt is about to go rabid k**in' motherf**ers is my only bad habit Punks jump up and I'm doin' 'em My Louisville broke so I switched to aluminum Yo lemme tell you somethin' about the Verrazano Boys We made a lot of noise beatin' up them toys If you stepped to the crew or even walked on the fame You know you got stomped by a big ink stain 1995 we're called Lordz of Brooklyn Step on the turf and your wallet's gettin' tookin' Vamped thrown to the curb had a lotta nerve to steppin' on my turf Now you're gettin' whacked! Pow! Whacked with a bat Now you're s**in' on the dust from my black Cadillac Here I come big shots it's ADM Leader of the pack who don't give a damn Pa** me the wine lemme throw it down You heard what's on my mind now check the sound [Chorus]