Boom (RJD2 Beat mix) 创作者：
Royce Da 5′9′′
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调：B minor

Intro 1
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em

Verse 1
Am Am 
 
I'm the verbal spit,
Smith Wesson
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
I unload with six -spit,
then quit with a split a split second
Am Am 
 
I'm barred with a lit wick expression
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
And you hear it tick, tick, then you test it
Am Am 
 
My  saliva is thick,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
a split thread in the fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Am Am 
 
Everybody claim you the best
C C 
 
and they head to throne
Em Em 
 
Since Big is  gone,
if you ask me, they dead wrong
Am Am 
 
My  flow is hotter
C C 
 
than the flash from the clip
Em Em 
 
When the hammer slaps the bullet
on the ass from the clip
Am Am 
 
You wind up in the room full of my dogs
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
I have you feeling like a fire hydrant
in a room full of dogs
Am Am 
 
So come, come now,
C C 
 
get pissed on, shit it on
Em Em 
 
Tough talk turns to can't
we all just get along
Am Am 
 
You get blazed when the mic's on,
C C 
 
shot when it's on
Em Em 
 
You probably ducked
when they laid the gunshot in your song
Am Am 
 
My gun still stutters when
it speaks to you
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Other shit to re  peat to you
Nothin' to clip to give a speech to you
Am Am 
 
Me  and Premier,
C C 
 
we kinda the same in ways
Em Em 
 
We both speak with our hands
in dangerous ways
Am Am 
 
Rap now is a circus of clowns
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
A whole lotta lip from clicks,
I probably wrap circles around
Am Am 
 
I'm the next best to reach a peak
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Formerly known as the best kept secret
I guess that I just leaked it
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Somebody better duck or burn
Em Em 
 
Somebody better
Am Am 
 
Hurt y 'all cause it's bout to go off
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Man got me down 259 Boom
Am Am 
 
Somebody better duck
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
or run
Somebody better
Am Am 
 
Hurt y 'all cause it's bout to go  off
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Man got me down 259
Am Am 
 
I'm a motherfuckin' star,
I don't battle no more
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
I provide the gun clappin' round of
applause after your show
Am Am 
 
Or we could go toe to toe
C C 
 
cause they callin' you hot
Em Em 
 
Steppin' around all your punches
like it's all you got
Am Am 
 
Every day I'm meetin' somebody
C C 
 
and all of they peeps
Em Em 
 
Quick to shake a niggas hand
and show me all of they teeth
Am Am 
 
And these bitches I
be pattin' they asses
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
They be all dumb and googly -eyed
lookin' at me, battin' they lashes
Am Am 
 
Rappers think Detroit niggas
C C 
 
not as down as them
Em Em 
 
A sense that I'm down with Slim,
that I sound like him
Am Am 
 
Quick to judge me and tell
C C 
 
me that my hook might sell
Em Em 
 
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
Am Am 
 
My ad  vice, quit talkin', it's over
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
I was knockin' niggas out
when you was knockin'
sticks off of they shoulders
Am Am 
 
I got dirt done in my past,
I know y 'all sweat
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
I  got re  grets,
owed it to some of you so -called vets
Am Am 
 
Niggas say I found God with the flow
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Bring the police to the studio
and bring the bomb squad to the show
Am Am 
 
Ain't a nigga touchin' mines
C C 
 
When you listen to my shit,
Em Em 
 
you don't chew, you don't breathe
You'll miss a fuckin' line
Am Am 
 
Every time I spit, I tick,
C C 
 
to show you it's hot
Em Em 
 
Leave me in the deck too long,
I'll blow up your box
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Boom! Boom!
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Somebody better duck or run
Somebody better
Am Am 
 
He's about to blow up
Bam, cat, cat
Em Em 
 
Boyz 5 -9
Am Am 
 
Boom!
Somebody better duck
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Or run , somebody better
Catch up because he's
Am Am 
 
about to blow up
C C 
 
Bam, cat, cat
Em Em 
 
Boyz 5 -9
Am Am 
 
Bam, cat, cat
Em Em 
 
Boyz 5 -9
Am Am 
 
Bam, cat, cat
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Bam, Boyz 5 -9
Am Am 
 
Bam, cat
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Get me, get me, get me, get me
Get get me get me get
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
Em Em 
 
Get me, You spotlight
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
Em Em 
 
You