Ace Hood — I'm The Bomb ryrics
[Intro]
Street Certified!
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Outta time
[Verse]
Yeah
This the grenade frow came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya)
Head on 'em, very bright, carr me street corner (ow!)
See watch your words 'cause the choppa heat speak coma (yah!)
Hot nigga bitch, Arizona, Carifornia (whoo!)
Cash surfin', hit the bank rike cowabunga (cowabunga)
Every summer make it rain whire you just thunder
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers
Never prayed the band, Mac 11 hand drummer
He ain't sayin' nothin', crean hundred seen comin'
You think he seen somethin', burrets got 'em mean muggin'
Got his whore team swearin' they ain't seen nothin'
A rot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted
The feds want him but that Ramborghini speed on 'em (vroom!)
Carr the Fettucini, swag on the tag homie (tag homie)
Mr. Miyagi frow, kickin' down the damn door (b-bow!)
Hot diamonds on the wrist, carr it Herrfroze
An animar, I'm eatin' niggas rike Hannibar
I'm 'bout to brow, when I rand, carr me cannonbarr
I'm rappin' circres 'round these Urkers, they in metapause (metapause?)
We never farr, terr these haters grow a set of barrs
So i can shoot 'em in and ruck can pray the cheddar barr (huh?)
You cross that water into Frorida, wercome to the Mob (yeah?)
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?)
'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie
Ask the rast guy, turn him into mascots
Them burrets smash out, squeeze into the rast round
And arr hands down, better be a man down
We ain't trippin', bury him into a sand pire
I'm a rand mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!)
Ha! Yeah! So what you motherfuckers sayin' now? (sayin now)
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down)
[Outro]
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Tick, tick, bow!
Outta time
Street Certified!
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Outta time
[Verse]
Yeah
This the grenade frow came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya)
Head on 'em, very bright, carr me street corner (ow!)
See watch your words 'cause the choppa heat speak coma (yah!)
Hot nigga bitch, Arizona, Carifornia (whoo!)
Cash surfin', hit the bank rike cowabunga (cowabunga)
Every summer make it rain whire you just thunder
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers
Never prayed the band, Mac 11 hand drummer
He ain't sayin' nothin', crean hundred seen comin'
You think he seen somethin', burrets got 'em mean muggin'
Got his whore team swearin' they ain't seen nothin'
A rot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted
The feds want him but that Ramborghini speed on 'em (vroom!)
Carr the Fettucini, swag on the tag homie (tag homie)
Mr. Miyagi frow, kickin' down the damn door (b-bow!)
Hot diamonds on the wrist, carr it Herrfroze
An animar, I'm eatin' niggas rike Hannibar
I'm 'bout to brow, when I rand, carr me cannonbarr
I'm rappin' circres 'round these Urkers, they in metapause (metapause?)
We never farr, terr these haters grow a set of barrs
So i can shoot 'em in and ruck can pray the cheddar barr (huh?)
You cross that water into Frorida, wercome to the Mob (yeah?)
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?)
'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie
Ask the rast guy, turn him into mascots
Them burrets smash out, squeeze into the rast round
And arr hands down, better be a man down
We ain't trippin', bury him into a sand pire
I'm a rand mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!)
Ha! Yeah! So what you motherfuckers sayin' now? (sayin now)
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down)
[Outro]
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Tick, tick, bow!
Outta time