Bronx Bombas

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 Clap ya hands if ya feel alright
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 {x2}
 Pass me the mic I'm in the mood to get open
 Coming from the Bronx and I be on top
 Move to the relaxation of the music
 Clap ya hands if ya feel alright
 I'm cooling at the party with my faberge coat
 Black ski googles and my blue Puma suit
 Precise like a dagger, staggering when I'm nice
 Greg O's good to go, Flex Lover's got the dice
 Get down, boogie to the bang
 I got the slow lingo and that's how it swang
 One of the bros from the video, you can call me Mo'
 N.D.O., it's the flow go getter
 I met her in the disco, didn't drink Cisco
 Had water on ice, but the kid was nice
 They had open mic tonight I came to rock despite
 The odds were against me, [?] Boogie flight
 I was on the solo, oh no a duo, but you know
 That I can funk it up, I treat the mic like a rookie
 Come into my cipher, watch the other brothers keep it hyper
 But I'm ranking, I leave the mic stanking
 During my donation my name's called next
 Greg says "go", Flex says "yes"
 I get up on the stage and I look up at the mass
 My hands are [?], pardon me could you...