Lyrics:

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

I'm 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 ma'am

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 don't 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

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


Mad dog:


Although we can't we men creep

We're inseminatin' the east end

We're not teasin'

Pretend the gasoline went

In the very ground between them

We 'bout money

Why?

To keep firm

When they can't go talk

Their God will police them

That's 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

Don't even say what a lady does

Look as to think I'm 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 I'm 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 don't even try it now

Well do you suppose my pocket well

Nickel, dime- a five bag sale

Me and my kind use

I ain't well

Things they try then die jail

Gonna be fast when the high speeds

Are a finished scheme

Our hope I don't see riots

This day is a laugh

Me a star

Ain't tryin' to see no fuckin' police cars

That's the only drawback when I drive

Slide on our side for a fast ride

They'll 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

Who is he


To the bom bom diggy

Who is he

Me the tricky

To the bom bom diggy

Who is he

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Who is he

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Who is he


To the bom bom diggy

Who is he

Me the tricky

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Who is he

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Who is he

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Who is he


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Who is he

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Who is he

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Who is he

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Who is he

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Who is he

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To the bom bom diggy

Who is he

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Who is he

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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