Big Drummer Boy

Lyrics

[Sample: Sway] [?] ladies and gentlemen welcome to the show. Turn your volume way past ten. [Commentary/Intro: Suffa/Maundz] Oh, shit! Crate Cartel in the building (Yeah—ye—yeah—ye—yeah—ye—yeah) Whaddup, Maundz? (What up?) What you on? We on that ol' "Fee Fi Fo Fum" type of shit. Wassup? Boppin' along in the club, on the train Walkin' around in the drains The fenders and the Yamahas Know what we want? Ayo [Chorus: Maundz] We want the kick, snare, hats, bass To wake you up like a slap in the face Bang for the drums, hum for the strings Tick go the hat, yo, let's begin, uh So, we need to [?], what's the problem? It ain't nothin' when the dome keeps a-boppin' The four-course meal that make you wanna react Let the drums bang, find me where the beats at [Verse 1: Maundz] [?] in my hand, let's get busy The rap Johnny [?] champion of Burn City Who wanna rally in the alley over Mozzarelli Cartel, he put the cheddar down [?] Non-stop tango, fuck the last dance We hustle daily in metropolis like Clark Kent And that's that, just keep the bars cushy Designed for my type of people, higher than giraffe pussy Kick your noggin when you're bombin' the burbs To ash, K get us lampin' in a concierge No matter what you think, Sonny Jim, check it The pepper on the drums get assaulted in a second Uh, the joint wrecker, serve 'em up the salary Put flames to a fat beat and burn another calorie I can't front, the drums got me by the balls Ch-pow, deck the motherfuckin' halls with the [Chorus: Maundz] Kick, snare, hats, bass To wake you up like a slap in the face Bang for the drums, hum for the strings ... Go the hat, yo, let's begin, uh So, we need to [?], what's the problem? It ain't nothin' when the dome keeps a-boppin' The four-course meal that make you wanna react Let the drums bang, find me where the beats at [Verse 2: Trials] I said best case scenario, you'd wanna bring an army so That you can watch your weed disappear faster than that red Ferrari go (Dangerous,) wavey as tsunami flows I push your buttons like I'm punching in Konami codes I fuckin' army roll a spliff, it's that big (Whoa) If they smellin' the success they caught a whiff of my dick (That's it) Golden Era and the Crate Cartel I roll the L like the clock face read eight past 12 Hell, said them winds keep me docile These rappers all reaching next to where I keep my mobile I said "Fuck them" and their friends, motherfuck them too We're seventeen different shades of some plum bamboo It's Godzilla versus Gamera, holdin' all the cameras The same way the fiends are holding soda stream canisters On payday with eight mates linin' up before them shop Blinds are up, pour 'em out, fuckin' line 'em up, and [Chorus: Maundz] Kick, snare, hats, bass To wake you up like a slap in the face Bang for the drums, hum for the strings Tick go the hat, yo, let's begin, uh So, we need to [?], what's the problem? It ain't nothin' when the dome keeps a-boppin' The four-course meal that make you wanna react Let the drums bang, find me where the beats at [Verse 3: Maundz] Give the drummer some, [?] said it Alphabetic acrobat, poetic till I'm deaded Lesson time ichi-ban I need to kick the thumb Six-five the one I want, BPM fisticuffs Shoot a fair one right to your ear drum The motherfuckers out here yelling "Red Rum" Groobles in the [?] sippin' ice and tonic Dudes are maxin' with a bugle full of hydroponics Neck like a wet noodle, bobble when the beat drop Ha ha, yo, it's the same when the beat stop Rock, paper, scissor, who wanna play the winner? I rock the cut like Pacino is the paper scribbler Ain't considered when it's time for rap discussion But rappers they discussin', know I bus on that percussion Turn the function out, that's what the fuck we 'bout Ch-pow, deck the motherfuckin' halls with the [Chorus: Maundz] Kick, snare, hats, bass To wake you up like a slap in the face Bang for the drums, hum for the strings Tick go the hat, yo, let's begin, uh So, we need to [?], what's the problem? It ain't nothin' when the dome keeps a-boppin' The four-course meal that make you wanna react Let the drums bang, find me where the beats at [Outro: Sample] Said "hell yeah" (hell yeah) Said "hell yeah" (hell yeah) Said "hell yeah" (hell yeah) Said "hell yeah" (hell yeah) Said "hell yeah" (hell yeah) Said "hell yeah" (hell yeah) Said "hell yeah", hell yeah Said "hell yeah", hell yeah [Commentary: Suffa] Check it out. Crate Cartel/Golden Era collab. My man Maundz has an album comin' out, it's called Nobody's Business. And the shit bangs—course. And now, next up, we've got drink it, smoke it, straight west coastin', A.B. Ori—