The Show movie - Zoom Zooms and Wam Wam lyrics
rate meSong by Jayo Felony<br /><br>
It's the Locc, I let the funk boom like thunder<br>
Grew up funk like Davis, now I got braids like Stevie Wonder<br>
Get my sag on, my momma get her dag on<br>
Freeze my khaki's up and I'm gone<br>
You can stare all day but just don't step<br>
on my Blue Suede shoes, to get here I pay dues<br>
BRRAOW BRAOW that's how my toolie sound<br>
when I'm drinkin Hen with my rhymes straight blowin in the wind<br>
And busters can't fade the Jayo Felony<br>
T-Funk from the family, smoke or dip with me<br>
Bullet Locc's dedicated, faded, I straight made it<br>
And drinkin Blue Note, on the yard they celebrated<br>
I'm a Y-C, I guess that's why the one-time is followin me<br>
But I'm a MC, I laugh because there swallowin me<br>
But I just shake my head and say "Damn!" (Ha ha)<br>
Cos I'm just goin to the sto', <br>
to get some zoom zoom zoom and wam wams<br>
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[Chorus:]<br>
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You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang<br>
You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang<br>
You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang<br>
You go do your thang yo, and everythang gon' be everythang<br>
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I wanna be like Donald Trump, not Willie Lump-Lump<br>
I put that on my set that I make everybody jump<br>
Fool don't move until my ride hit the flo', word!<br>
Boom booms in my rag '6-4<br>
That's how we roll, no time for the ying yang<br>
Dogs in my hood still bumpin fo' thangs<br>
It's me, the B-U-double L-E-T, better known as Felony<br>
T-shirt and khakis that's how we're bailin, C/see<br>
And I'm just tryin to keep my sanity<br>
Make some of them ends, get a biz and help my family<br>
Right, and just to let you know I don't care<br>
I'm still gon' get my sag on, there it is there<br>
You can't see me fool, I'm locced out<br>
Baseheads on the corner, bag and smoked out<br>
Askin for a gang of change and I say "Damn!"<br>
All this drama, to get some zoom zooms and wam wams<br>
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[Chorus (x2)]<br>
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French braids and Stockton cap wit my hat cocked back<br>
Now I'ma lean into the side like Goldie the Mack<br>
Everybody that's incarcerated, hold your head high<br>
Hope that you see another sunny blue sky<br>
Females'll leave you stranded and I'ma let you know<br>
She's made cos the Soul Glo won't make her hair grow<br>
Block on the phone, and ain't nobody home<br>
Her and some greasy fat fool rollin in the Brougham<br>
But you know how that go, so yo, toss em up high<br>
Cos in the South Beach streets it's do or die<br>
Wave em to the Eastside, yeah wave em to the West<br>
comin up with the bomb, no stress<br>
Guess and Master Jay makin funk tracks<br>
So to the ol' school, I'ma bring the punks back<br>
I listen to the flow and I just say "Damn!"<br>
As I'm rollin thru the hood, <br>
to get some zoom zooms and wam wams<br>
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[Chorus (x2)]<br>
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