B.C. by Trial of the Golden Witch Lyrics
[Verse 1: Brandon B.]
I was walking up to class, smoking that hash
Fine bitches walking by, and I'm slapping they ass
Then I roll past my dealer, and I'm getting that cash
And you know in my pants, I be packing that mass
[Verse 2: Conrad C.]
The boys and I was chilling out at the swamp
When we passed by some niggas who was talking that womp
Later on, catch those niggas all up under my stomp
Roll back to the crib, I be smacking that romp
[Verse 3: Brandon B.]
They be saying, "go to school, get that education"
Bitch, fuck that, I'mma take over the nation
Bomb straps, AKs, and a couple gas stations
All I need is power, dead bodies, and relations
[Verse 4: Conrad C.]
Chillin'—maybe killin'
Popping shots at pigs while I'm snorting penicillin
The media tries to make me out to be the villain
So I fire my Destructo Disk at them like I was Krillin
[Verse 5: Brandon B.]
Approached the president, hit him with a right
Come to find out, first lady's pretty tight
At the top of the world, these niggas at a fright
Now the whole world's fearing the Arabian nights
[Verse 6: Conrad C.]
'Bout now everybody in the world wants to be me
Gotta fill out a release form just to see me
Every fucking day, got my face on the TV
Reminding everybody I'm the king of the 3D
[Verse 7: Brandon and Conrad together]
BC from the stone age into your home
Fuck with us, motherfucker, get two to the dome
You a fine ass bitch, go and pick up the phone
BC got the whole world riding our bone
I was walking up to class, smoking that hash
Fine bitches walking by, and I'm slapping they ass
Then I roll past my dealer, and I'm getting that cash
And you know in my pants, I be packing that mass
[Verse 2: Conrad C.]
The boys and I was chilling out at the swamp
When we passed by some niggas who was talking that womp
Later on, catch those niggas all up under my stomp
Roll back to the crib, I be smacking that romp
[Verse 3: Brandon B.]
They be saying, "go to school, get that education"
Bitch, fuck that, I'mma take over the nation
Bomb straps, AKs, and a couple gas stations
All I need is power, dead bodies, and relations
[Verse 4: Conrad C.]
Chillin'—maybe killin'
Popping shots at pigs while I'm snorting penicillin
The media tries to make me out to be the villain
So I fire my Destructo Disk at them like I was Krillin
[Verse 5: Brandon B.]
Approached the president, hit him with a right
Come to find out, first lady's pretty tight
At the top of the world, these niggas at a fright
Now the whole world's fearing the Arabian nights
[Verse 6: Conrad C.]
'Bout now everybody in the world wants to be me
Gotta fill out a release form just to see me
Every fucking day, got my face on the TV
Reminding everybody I'm the king of the 3D
[Verse 7: Brandon and Conrad together]
BC from the stone age into your home
Fuck with us, motherfucker, get two to the dome
You a fine ass bitch, go and pick up the phone
BC got the whole world riding our bone