Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs And eternity The era of static and contraband That's leading us into the promised land Tell us a story that's by candlelight Waging a war and losing the fight They're playing the song of the century

I done told you once What you done done Got my lovin' Got me on a bomb Babe, leave him alone Leave that man alone. Hey man, leave my wife alone! Ain't goin' to tell you no more Next time I see you

And it is way too unhealthy Often they've typically been starved for attention before They don't even care at all She's open waiting for more And I know he's only looking to score He pauses shaving and he tells himself that he is the bomb She has her

We're gonna crash We're gonna burn Flying on a suicide bomber Let me break it down While you're racking up your brain And never only rain Nightmares come as they go Recurring as they show The movie I've seen

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

I'm smoking everywhere I go (No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I'm blowin' every gram I own (That purp, that bomb, that kush) Don't gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that,

Ayy, nigga, Bomptown finest Bomptown finest This is Bomptown's finest Nigga, Bomptown's finest Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown finest I done did the unexpected They countin' niggas out, now them dickheads respect us You unsure about me bein' successful Well,

Yeah, hard body (hard body) Carter, carter Carter yeah Cash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin' Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin'

Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom I want you to be mon amour Ooh, you give me butterflies Ooh, you feel like paradise Ooh, we should sneak away Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom (hey) This is a private jam I see you walking with a hippie