Bronx Bombas

Clap ya hands if ya feel alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pass me the mic I’m in the mood to get open
Coming from the Bronx and I be on top
Move to the relaxation of the music
Clap ya hands if ya feel alright
I’m cooling at the party with my faberge coat
Black ski googles and my blue Puma suit
Precise like a dagger, staggering when I’m nice
Greg O’s good to go, Flex Lover’s got the dice
Get down, boogie to the bang
I got the slow lingo and that’s how it swang
One of the bros from the video, you can call me Mo'
N.D.O., it’s the flow go getter
I met her in the disco, didn’t drink Cisco
Had water on ice, but the kid was nice
They had open mic tonight I came to rock despite
The odds were against me, Boogie flight
I was on the solo, oh no a duo, but you know
That I can funk it up, I treat the mic like a rookie
Come into my cipher, watch the other brothers keep it hyper
But I’m ranking, I leave the mic stanking
During my donation my name’s called next
Greg says «go», Flex says «yes»
I get up on the stage and I look up at the mass
My hands are, pardon me could you…