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Bloodhound Gang

Bloodhound Gang is a Collegeville, Pennsylvania-based American band, beginning as a rap group but gradually changing its genre throughout the years. Their songs typically have humorous and off-beat, satirical lyrics that often deal with sexual subjects and contain many puns and innuendos. more »

Year:

1996

4:20

217 Views

Playlists:

#7

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Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track 
Stop as we drop this bomb 
Blow up this place like another Vietnam 
Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome 

Back up son give me room give me room 
To set it off like this don't give it up 
I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough 
Real hard to the bone you want more 

I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door 
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time 
So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine 
Roll up on you like Eastwood 

Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood 
I spreads butter like Parkay 
Real smooth with flow and even when I parlay 
Do what you feel and check the skill 

I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal 
I'm in your Jeep Grand Cherokee or Land Cruiser 
When you're rolling through the hood you want to use a 
Track like this all up in your eardrum 

So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum 
And gets crazy like Prozac 
Hype enough to start a party and ill as a heart attack 
Round one round two knockout 

Straight to your head my round never lights out 
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a 
Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea 

Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away 
Got more lines than the welfare office 
Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this? 
Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it 

Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it 
Crude as oil unrefined but slick 
I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict 
Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch 

That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch 
You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to 
You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-be-cue 
Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking 

Squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin' 
Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it 
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it 
Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you 

Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you 
Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya 
'Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea 
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a

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