Bom Bom Diggy lyrics

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? 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

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?
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
n*gga 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 f*ckin' 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
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?

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Bom bom diggy, who is he?
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Bom bom diggy, who is he?
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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?
To the bom bom diggy, who is he?
To the bom bom diggy, who is he?