Ragga Bomb (feat. Ragga Twins)

Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Go on, drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Go on, drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them

Fake and phony brothers, man, we don’t mess with
They’re liars and will con you like a deceiver
Chameleons, they change like transformers
Put them on a platter 'cause they’re great pretenders
Paparazzi camera flash when RTC looks trash
When we roll out the club after a night of drinking
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Drop the bomb on them, gotta

Gotta drop the bomb on (x3)
Gotta drop the

Come unleash the real Ragga
You gotta call us if your tune needs swagger
Top of the scale like a scholar
Odd on favorite, you can ask Paddy Power
We’re money spenders and they’re money lenders
Bad-minded, grudging, and they’re player haters
So when you see the punk, give him the middle finger
'Cause they’re faggots and they can’t stand around them

Ragga Twins and Skrillex, man
Go on, drop the bomb on them
Business is gonna get fixed, ha
Yo, what we tell them

Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Go on, drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them

Well, give me, give me space to let rip
No talking when I’m talking, boy, keep your mouth zipped
Well, you don’t see the light yet, but you’ll soon make the trip
Up in the sky like the Goodyear blimp
Double J, pass the white rum, let me take a sip
'Cause I noticed from that day, that faggot was giving us lip
Those dirty, stinking assholes are trying to catch me slipping
Gotta drop the bomb on them, yo, come on

Gotta drop the bomb on (x2)

Hahaha, LA meets H Town, you already know
Cross the Atlantic business
Murderrrrrr, Cha, Murderrrrr

Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Go on, drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Go on, drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them

Cha, brothers, man, say we don’t mess with
They’re liars and will con you like a deceiver
Chameleons, they change like transformers
Put them on a platter 'cause they’re great pretenders
Cha, pass the white rum, let me take a sip
'Cause I noticed from that day, that faggot was giving us lip
Those dirty, stinking assholes are trying to catch us slipping
Don’t mess with Ragga Twins, you’ll get whipped, yo

To all my H Town massive, go on, big up your chest
LA meets H Town
Go on, drop the bomb on them
Budybybybybyby, Budybybybybyby
Light a fire

Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Go on, drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Gotta drop the bomb on them
Murder

LA Meets H Town, you already know business
No messing around
Murderrrrrr
All the London massive, go on, big up your chest 'cause you already know
All the LA massive, large up. Seen!