Bom Bom Diggy Lyrics & Chords By Tricky

Tricky:
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
Me the Tricky
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
Me the Tricky
I said like the willing
Im known for gangsters killing
And my peace for my peace
My soul controls the beast
Get the rest off my chest
Keep it far from the rest
Progressive best
A wham bam thank you maam
Who the man with the transnational plan?
Gonna smack my uncle sam
Ever since joni mitchell
Rappers look like them rich
Kill the bombs
Kill, kill, kill
Kill the fonz- henry winkler
How does he think up?
How does he drink up?
Or does he sink up?
With those punk rock eyes
Girls dont treat me nice
Gonna burn off those wings
With those shiny things
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
Me the Tricky
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
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Me the Tricky
To the Bom Bom Diggy
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To the Bom Bom Diggy
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To the Bom Bom Diggy
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Mad dog:
Although we cant we men creep
Were inseminatin the east end
Were not teasin
Pretend the gasoline went
In the very ground between them
We bout money
Why?
To keep firm
When they cant go talk
Their God will police them
Thats we inside for assault
We live in our world with the helicopter
Mind sent around to get a robber
Who knows what the hell a cop does
Street dog, i hate them police
Wanna see me and hiv
One ho
Or one with scrubs
Plus wanna do my girls for drugs
Frontin with all the right real come on
Dont even say what a lady does
Look as to think Im turnin out
With a word at last to run em out
Industry- everything under control
None of em know who runnin the show
With the guns and the hos
All of them know
When they come to the door Im on a roll
Nigga with the jungle heights could flow
With the hos in the role for the video
In a great porn show with the flyest girls
Buy and sell with the clientele
Before we all fry in hell
Please dont even try it now
Well do you suppose my pocket well
Nickel, dime- a five bag sale
Me and my kind use
I aint well
Things they try then die jail
Gonna be fast when the high speeds
Are a finished scheme
Our hope I dont see riots
This day is a laugh
Me a star
Aint tryin to see no fuckin police cars
Thats the only drawback when I drive
Slide on our side for a fast ride
Theyll be tryin to move on my side
Got to tell about it before they caught fire
Tricky:
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
Me the Tricky
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
Me the Tricky
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
To the Bom Bom Diggy
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To the Bom Bom Diggy
Who is he
Me the Tricky
To the Bom Bom Diggy
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To the Bom Bom Diggy
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To the Bom Bom Diggy
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To the Bom Bom Diggy
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Me the Tricky
To the Bom Bom Diggy
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