Boom Lyrics by Kendrick Lamar
What you gon’ do when you grow up?
Another year pass, you ain’t show up
Your hands don’t work, better get down
I hear you got a name, okay, so what? Let’s get to it
Turn a big mouth to a Pop Tart
It’s either rock bottom or a rock star
The hate and the love go side to side
The hate and the love go side to side
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
It’s a lot of speculation, like I’m on vacation
Let you run amok, but it wasn’t motivation
Boy, you wanna trip like I won’t tie his laces
Tiptoe around me, yeah, ballet occasion
Playin’ with them words just because they sound gangsta
Get your ass chipped like you hit big in Vegas
Who wanna be king? You ain’t heard? There’s a wait list
You can be patient or die as a patient
Cedars-Sinai for a wise guy
Head ’cause she broke the Wi-Fi, that’s on Allah
John Wick, stupid-ass bitch, I’m a hotshot
Real joint, Mac Dre revenge, real ghost ride, dumbass
Which side really this side?
Which rapper? Throw him off the ropes, buddy zipline
Get active, ain’t no other GOAT, tell him quit lyin’
The chit chatter, only false hope for the dick riders
What you gon’ do when you grow up?
Another year pass, you ain’t show up
Your hands don’t work, better get down
I hear you got a name, okay, so what? Let’s get to it
Turn a big mouth to a Pop Tart
It’s either rock bottom or a rock star
The hate and the love go side to side
The hate and the love go side to side
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boomer, violent faces
Serotonin laced with godly vibrations
Rules of engagement, stay dangerous
Peace to the motherland, all praises
Ducked off, lowski
My alias, Gandhi, Gaddafi, King Tut, I’m ancient
Rock band binoculars, who they playin’ with?
Not me, they poppin’ it
I can’t tell, androgynous
I make this shit look good, I’m a real trophy
Black Vans and Dodger fits
If you him, show me
Passport, go AWOL, and I play ball
I go play my chalices, winner takes all (Ayy)
Real drinks, you outside
It’s nonviolent, black voices, no socks, ski mask, and still mobbin’
Co-pilot, no need or she on a strict diet
Pillow talker, fat mouth, and, okay, FOX 5 ’em
Big bags, see, the bank statements talk too
Pig feet, doing donuts, yeah, cop food
Weirdo, tough guy, that is not you
Got boomed, he Batman, spin cycle, washrooms
Ayy, same people callin’ the same ones that stalling
Can’t even look me in the eye
Same people love me, waiting for they moment
Can’t even tell truth from the lie
I cannot call it the hate and the love, it belong—
Stay dangerous
What you gon’ do when you grow up?
Another year pass, you ain’t show up
Your hands don’t work, better get down
I hear you got a name, okay, so what? Let’s get to it
Turn a big mouth to a Pop Tart
It’s either rock bottom or a rock star
The hate and the love go side to side
The hate and the love go side to side
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom
What you gon’ do when you grow up?
Another year pass, you ain’t show up
Your hands don’t work, better get down
I hear you got a name, okay, so what? Let’s get to it
Here comes the boomer, violent faces
Serotonin laced with godly vibrations
Rules of engagement, stay dangerous
Peace to the motherland, all praises