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the bomb - the pharcyde lyrics

[chorus]
mommy
just can’t get enough (of the bomb)
just can’t get enough (why does everybody have a bomb?)
just can’t get enough (of the bomb)
just can’t get enough
mommy
just can’t get enough (of the bomb) (mommy)
of the bomb (why does everybody have a—)
just can’t get enough (mommy)
just can’t get enough (of the bomb)
just can’t get enough (why does everybody have a bomb?)
just can’t get enough (of the bomb)
just can’t get enough (mommy)
just can’t get enough (mommy, why does everybody have a bomb?)
just can’t get enough (yo, yo)
just can’t get enough

[verse 1]
the dosier, dank, la*la, the chron
put it up, in the air, when my crew is gone
fininto, fini, compliments henny and the belfry changing laws
need a spread in lv
blueberry, kush, northern lights propel me
smokin’ anything is just plain unhealthy
rude, a f*ckin’ bad habit, a vice
hittin’ bullsh*t with the strangers tryna be nice
had to cut that sh*t, got slipped the whoop twice
while the sticks and seeds was poppin’ like taco
why am i f*ckin with this high*grade tobacco?
i supplied the thai sticks, partners hit the gin and super sock with the sour apple blow pop
to contain the dragon while we’re draggin’
feelin’ like a pharaoh, tryna smoke a left to imagine how to blow ya mind
like a colt to the eardrum
you bolt to the dance floor when you hear some security on sweat down, got you fearsome of the boot, still don’t give a hoot
you carry it in your pocket along with your loot
with some gum of certs
visine, it clears eyes, head, back after lunch at work
in the parking lot, chokin’ on some chocolate
ready to deal with the co*worker who talk a lot
i used to carry quarter to keep me out of the rough
how many y’all out there did the smokey ’cause you can’t
get enough
you couldn’t get enough
you can’t get enough
you can’t get enough
you can’t get enough
[chorus]
mommy
just can’t get enough (of the bomb)
just can’t get enough (why does everybody have a bomb?)
just can’t get enough (of the bomb)
just can’t get enough
mommy
just can’t get enough (of the bomb) (uh*huh)
of the bomb (i roll one)
just can’t get enough (you roll one, we roll one)
just can’t get enough (of the kush)

[verse 2]
of the kush, the bomb, the burning bush
i’m up at six, taking bong rips and push*ups and sit*ups
’cause i— i got so much trouble on my brain these days
that dosier needs to blaze
you got your coffee they got their caffeine
you got your mtv and you got your nicotine
who’s clean? who’s the real fiend?
listen to me
if you blaze like, ha*ha, we blaze these days
you wastin’ funds just— just buying doves
listen to me, i think— i think you be way better off sitting on the qp
hold up, brother, you can keep it streezy
twenty*eight grams of the zones, sixteen zs to the pz
you want the ‘hoo*wee!’ (hoo*wee!)
the sh*t that’ll hit you in the chest like dragon ball z
keep your brandy, bourbon and your whiskey
dosier rather blaze when i’m in the party
talk herb, talk like bob marley
’round here, we don’t waste roaches
we save roaches until we got enough roaches, then we break ’em down
just to roll them up again
ask brown
[chorus]
mommy
just can’t get enough (of the bomb) (what)
just can’t get enough (why does everybody have a bomb?)
just can’t get enough (of the bomb)
just can’t get enough
mommy
just can’t get enough (of the bomb) (mommy)
just can’t get enough (why does everybody have—)
just can’t get enough

[outro]
(mommy)
(why does everybody have a bomb?)
(mommy)
(mommy, why does everybody have a bomb?)
this sh*t bombs

- the pharcyde lyrics

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