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Bloodhound Gang Lyrics

Back up son give me room give me room
To set it off like this don't give it up
I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough

I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine
Roll up on you like Eastwood

Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like Parkay
Real smooth with flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill

I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
I'm in your Jeep Grand Cherokee or Land Cruiser
When you're rolling through the hood you want to use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum

So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum
And gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and ill as a heart attack
Round one round two knockout

Straight to your head my round never lights out
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea

Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away
Got more lines than the welfare office
Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this?
Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it

Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it
Crude as oil unrefined but slick
I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch

That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch
You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to
You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-be-cue
Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking

Squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin'
Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you

Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you
Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya
'Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a

The Bloodhound Gang's song "Boom" is a collaboration with rapper Rob Van Winkle (better known as Vanilla Ice). The lyrics describe the explosive nature of the song, with references to war ("another Vietnam") and boxing ("Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome"). The rapper boasts of his skills and warns his enemies that he will sneak up on them like a sniper and knock them out like in a boxing match. He also claims to have more wit and cleverness than anyone else, including his collaborators.

The lyrics are full of pop culture references, from Clint Eastwood movies to Stephen Hawking's wheelchair. The rapper employs a lot of wordplay, with clever rhymes and puns. There is a sense of humor throughout the song, as evidenced by the playful use of onomatopoeia ("Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee"). Overall, the song is a fun, high-energy collaboration between two very different musical acts.

Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track
The Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle collaborated on this song.

Stop as we drop this bomb
Hold on tight as we hit you with a powerful punch.

Blow up this place like another Vietnam
We will cause a destruction that is reminiscent of the Vietnam War.

Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome
The impact we'll have will be as hard as a Mike Tyson punch in the head.

Back up son give me room give me room
Give me space to start the show.

To set it off like this don't give it up
Let's start with a bang and keep the energy going.

I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
My energy will consume you and you'll be left wanting more.

Real hard to the bone you want more
My style is so strong that it leaves you craving for more.

I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
I come at you unexpectedly like a sniper.

Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
I have something great to offer that is worth your attention.

So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine
Don't underestimate me because I'm serious about making my mark.

Roll up on you like Eastwood
I approach you confidently and fearlessly like Clint Eastwood.

Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
I blast music through the neighborhood as I ride through it.

I spreads butter like Parkay
I make everything smooth and easy like spreading butter.

Real smooth with flow and even when I parlay
My style is effortless and remains consistent, even when I'm having fun.

Do what you feel and check the skill
Follow your instincts and recognize the talent in front of you.

I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
I'm in your face, listen to me because I have a tough life story to tell.

I'm in your Jeep Grand Cherokee or Land Cruiser
I'm with you regardless of what car you drive.

When you're rolling through the hood you want to use a
When you're driving in the streets, listen to this.

Track like this all up in your eardrum
Listen to this track attentively and thoroughly.

So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum
Adjust your equalizer for a better sound experience.

And gets crazy like Prozac
The music gets wild and energetic like a Prozac pill.

Hype enough to start a party and ill as a heart attack
The music is energetic and exciting that it's enough to start a party, and as powerful as a heart attack.

Round one round two knockout
We're so good that we can easily knock people out in the first few rounds.

Straight to your head my round never lights out
My music's impact remains in your head even after the song is over.

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a

Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea
My name is Jimmy and people love it.

Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away
Rob, let me take the stage now.

Got more lines than the welfare office
I have a lot to say.

Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this?
Do you envy me because I'm so clever?

Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it
I'm spreading my influence rapidly, but try not to copy me.

Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it
I took your beat because you didn't use it properly.

Crude as oil unrefined but slick
My style is raw and unpolished, but it still works.

I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
I'll take you by surprise like a sneaky gay prisoner.

Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch
Even though I'm not Quasimodo, I still have this gut feeling about us.

That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch
Just like Jim Jones, I can easily take you down.

You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to
You are not important but I am.

You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-be-cue
You are anxious like a watermelon at a religious gathering.

Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking
I'm creeping up quietly like a stalking celery.

Squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin'
I have a tight flow like Stephen Hawking's voice, but I'm walking around with style.

Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it
I'm constantly following my instincts like a bloodhound.

I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
I want you to regret your pride when I prove you wrong.

Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you
You panic when you see me.

Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you
No one will listen to you, like a Kenny Loggins' B-side.

Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya
Your game is up if you play hide-and-seek with me.

'Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea
You will run away from me like a diarrhea after drinking something yellow and watery.

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JAMES M. FRANKS

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