My name spelled backwards says B.O.Dubb I roll in the scene like a monster truck I throw down hard to get my point across And if you don't like it you can kiss my what Let’s get it clear now once and for all You couldn’t stop me if you build a wall See I’m sure you deliver like D.H.L And when I deliver I’m doing it well I’m taking freaking shaking making "clap" to this Make you’re girl act ill, give your mama a kiss I rise to surprise, I mean each and every time Always in my back pocket got a new style I roll and go, we go, where they haven’t been before I love to rock the mike and dropping down jaws I kick and rip and whip and I flip the script The company likes me, I’m a million dollar bizz (= business man)
Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one Stay at the top, I’m original son Many have tried but they haven’t stayed long Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one
I cruise with the crew all mighty Bomfunk Love me or hate me, I get the job done I leave no questions when I go off-stage I don’t claim to be the king, I’m the ace of spades Wherever I go, it’s like a carnival People cheer and stare like they saw an elephant But it’s OK, I’m kind of used to that You wanna have a picture come and sit on my lap I pose and host and toast as I write my hellos Talk sweet with the ladies, slam five with the fellas All around the world we get so much good vibes I’m so lucky I should roll the dice I feel and breed and live an unbelievable life I got thousands girls that wanna be my wife No need to brag and pose when I propose a toast I’m just rehearsing for the award shows
Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one Stay at the top, I’m original son Many have tried but they haven’t stayed long Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one
You put it to test I make it fresh, yes None of the less, I got to confess S Pure loving - The way I’ve been dropping! Rhymes like bombs on the beats that be bumping We make it fat boom-boom baps back, black On attack, you know it’s like that, Jack We rock shocking Suckers will be knocking Off, causes it’s soft and they’re only fake fronting
Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one Stay at the top I’m original son Many have tried but they haven’t stayed long Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one