The Boomin' System by LL Cool Jالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin
Yeah alright
But we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You know what I'm sayin?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
(Cars ride by)
Funky
For all the cars out there
And all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky cos you heard it from hear-say
A jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
Strictly for frontin when you're ridin around
12 o'clock at night with your windows down
Headlights breakin cos your batteries drain
Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
Parkin outside of all the hip-hop spots
Push the E-Q and play connect the dots
Leanin to the side, people everywhere
The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare
Big beats bumpin with the bass in back
All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack
Cause they don't understand why I act this way
Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day
It's because I want attention when i'm ridin by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
Girlies wanna ride with a brother like me
Cause they be hear me gettin funky frequently
They tell me don't drink and drive, I say what is this
Mind your business
Now pass it around
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm fronting, and I don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone
Crazy air freshener, who needs cologne
Bottom to the bottom to the top to the top
Cruise, it's 3 o'clock
The girlies, they smile, they see me coming
I'm steady humming, I got the Funky Drummer drumming
My trunk be shaking, vibrating and rattling
Pumping so loud, all the shorties be battling
A right-hand man's here without the swing
Every chance I get I'm showing off my rings
I can keep it up until the break of dawn
Cos I'm fronting in my ride and my word is bond
Sun roof open, so I can feel the wind blow
I don't give a damn if it cracks my back window
C to the o to the o to the l to the i to the n
To the f to the r to the o to the n to the t to the i to the n
That means I'm chilling
Like Spoonie Gee said, my seats are soft like a bed
They recline way back, so I can get real cosy
I got the gangster tapes in the place
Like a base-head would say: I want bass
I want a hit, I want a dose
You're rolling up smiling, but you can't come close
Cos my system is pumping loud
Like Rakim said: I wanna move the crowd
I warm it up with Kane, fight the power with PE
Tell the cops: you gots to chill with EPMD
This is something devastating that'll break your trunk
And remember, Uncle L is like the future of the funk
You know what I'm saying
Word
So next time you're in your ride pumping it up
Just remember
It's Cool
My favourite lyrics
