Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
EPMD
EPMD
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Maurice White
Maurice White
Komponist:in
Wade Flemons
Wade Flemons
Komponist:in
Donald Leslie Whitehead
Donald Leslie Whitehead
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Produzent:in
Parish "PMD" Smith
Parish "PMD" Smith
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Comin' straight from the boon dox
Comin' straight from the boon dox
Comin' straight from the boon dox
Comin' straight from the boon dox
When my tune stomps like Sasquatch
You better slow down 'cause I'm top notch
With the be-bop, can't you see hops
Yo, I'm swinging wild, G
Chill or catch a speed knock
For crying out loud, my style is buck wild
Straight from the strong isle, peace to oh child
A true troop, rugged, stomp in tim boots
No static, Uncle Sam, I got mad loot
So back up off me
Break North, you see
I wreck a party in half and then I'm Swayze
Rap maniac, brainiac, I'm on a fly track
I've got a habit of always grabbing my bozack
But it's mine, Einstein just like the nine
Rocking my jock, loaded for primetime
I'm on a roll and the Mic Doc just can't stop
Bust it, coming straight from the boon dox
I'm coming straight from the boon dox
I'm coming straight from the boon dox
I'm coming straight from the boon dox
One, two, one, two, mic check and I'm packed with the fire weapon
No half steppin', my nine, a black tech and Uzi
I'm psycho crazy
Don't ever try to do me, baby
Yeah, I'm still wrecking house, so what's up and a
I stuck a **** in his gut
I'm rovin', competition never out lastin'
What happened, E-D?
Yo, I waxed ugly bastards
I took a stick of dynamite and blew 'em up, right
Then boom, I knock 'em out like Mike
I throw a clean fight, can't leave it messy
My blow is super like Joe Pesci
Before I break out let's make a toast
And after I'm finished my drink to E's ghost
So Mr. Bartender give me a scotch on the rock
Where you comin' E?
I'm saying peace from the boon dox
Comin' straight from the boon dox
We comin' straight from the boon dox
Comin' straight from the boon dox
Now what?
I know what
Boy, your mouth shut
So get these what nuts because the squads butt
Popping ying-yang, no skills with the hand swing
Another hit from the squad, it's a small thing
From the joys of funk, bunk and make you jump
And pump your hands in the air slow like a speed bump
Down with Def Jam
Those scabs rule records, man
Thanks to Lyor Cohen and Russell Simmons
Yeah, but for now child, woo-woo and bow wow
Crazy Philly
That's the goal now, boon dox
Written by: Donald Leslie Whitehead, Maurice White, Wade Flemons
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