Lyrics Boomerang - Big Pun
Niggas
is
flossing
a
lot,
time
to
start
extorting
the
block
Just
a
portion
of
the
prod'
off
the
top
for
my
Porsche
and
my
yacht
Something
for
the
cops
to
keep
'em
blind,
so
we
can
grind
With
peace
of
mind,
turn
the
key
and
shine
without
being
dimed
Time
to
expand,
New
York
to
Chicago,
Colorado
You
know
my
motto,
clock
G's
and
rock
keys
like
Drago
Pablo
Escobar
and
Dom
Pérignon
We're
buying
out
the
bar
and
Don
Juanin'
and
every
woman's
Chandonin'
Long
donging
'em
down
like
Sean
Michaels
does
'em
I'm
like
a
psycho
fucking
Sucking
the
butt
like
liposuction
Up
and
down
with
the
tongue
twister
C'mon
on
sister
Big
Pun's
Mr.
"cock
and
squeeze"
like
a
gun
tester
Crushing
sister's
backs
with
the
demon
snap,
hit
you
from
the
back
Close
your
eyes
relax,
let
me
feed
the
cat
Living
fat,
true
mack,
niggas
was
catching
feelings
Dealing
with
a
smaller
deck,
just
wasn't
as
mass
appealing
I
started
feeling
funny,
niggas
coming
short
with
money
I
called
my
son
he,
told
me
chill
he'd
be
over
in
twenty
Punny
what's
the
deal,
niggas
wanna
kill
me
He
said
it's
real,
they
jealous
and
tired
of
seeing
me
Willie
silly
Had
more
to
claim,
niggas
throwing
shit
in
the
game
Gave
my
wife
some
pictures
with
me
and
bitches
running
the
train
It's
like
a
dream,
I
called
my
team
and
started
flipping
Lock
the
clip
in
started
lifting
niggas
off
the
ground
like
a
magician
I
skipped
town,
be
back
around
when
things
quiet
down
I
lost
it
all
for
now
but
it'll
take
more
to
hold
Me
down"Top
of
the
world
ma!
Ha
ha,
top
of
the
world!"
Yo,
this
is
the
bad
time
- boomerang,
bring
it
all
back
Flashback,
live
and
prosper,
eat
well
and
get
fat
I
was
Pop
Dula,
popular
to
the
masses
I
miss
the
E-Classes,
rocking
game
with
death
glasses
Rock
bottom
struck
and
threw
my
world
off
its
axis
Boomerang
- plan
to
come
back
like
Bronx
rap
Storm
like
the
Redcoats
through
anything
in
my
path
First
you
shine
like
sterling,
then
you
broke
like
brick
in
Berlin
Now
should
I
slit
my
wrists,
go
for
it
all
or
call
it
quits
Picture
me
taking
my
life,
leaving
my
wife
and
my
daughter
shit
Wish
I
could
slip
back,
and
switch
the
memories
Lift
the
felonies
from
my
record
and
respected
my
enemies
Live
like
the
Kennedys,
above
the
law
Fuck
'em
all,
I'm
coming
for
the
rich
thieving
'em
even
if
I
wasn't
poor
I
seen
it
all
like
I
said
before
The
streets
are
for
men
at
war
and
the
beasts
are
the
predators
I
shed
it
all
first
and
be
the
primary
source
Of
course,
I
bury
any
adversary
trying
to
floss
Just
because,
the
reason
I
leave
'em
lost
in
the
sauce
Teeing
off
like
we
up
North
just
for
being
soft
A
beaten
horse
like
a
slave
getting
minimum
wage
Feeling
the
gauge,
front
page,
these
are
the
last
days
Cash
pays,
and
rules
- the
root
of
all
evil
Shooting
amigos
for
loot
and
perico
polluting
our
people
Moving
kilos
like
it's
all
good
through
every
ghetto
I
ain't
judging,
but
bugging
how
we
fall
so
many
levels
The
devils
got
us
by
the
balls
That's
why
the
law
allows
the
drugs
to
Overflood,
knowing
we
gonna
buy
it
all
It's
time
to
call
a
world
order
where
every
girl's
your
daughter
And
priceless
as
ices
and
pearls
fresh
out
the
water
I'm
gonna
get
mine,
either
from
crime,
or
through
the
Bible
Whichever
way,
it
better
pay,
I'm
feeling
suicidal
Yo,
this
is
the
bad
time
- boomerang,
bring
it
all
back
Flashback,
live
and
prosper,
eat
well
and
get
fat
I
was
Pop
Dula,
popular
to
the
masses
I
miss
the
E-Classes,
rocking
game
with
death
glasses
Rock
bottom
struck
and
threw
my
world
off
its
axis
Boomerang
- plan
to
come
back
like
Bronx
rap
Storm
like
the
Redcoats
through
anything
in
my
path
First
you
shine
like
sterling,
then
you
broke
like
brick
in
Berlin
1 Intro
2 Beware
3 Super Lyrical
4 Still Not a Player (Remix) (Radio Version)
5 Intermission
6 The Dream Shatterer
7 Punish Me
8 You Ain't a Killer
9 Pakinamac - Skit
10 Caribbean Connection (feat. Wyclef Jean)
11 Capital Punishment
12 I'm Not a Player
13 Twinz (Deep Cover 98)
14 Boomerang
15 You Came Up
16 Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)
17 Charlie Rock Shout-Skit
18 Fast Money
19 Parental Discretion
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