Primo! Haaaaah
Come on, hah!
[ Verse One ]
Somebody better call security it`s `bout to be on
I`m in the streets, midnight, `bout to bust `til dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I`m soft in my song
You wanna die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on
I`m the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name
I`m the reason that some niggas, still in the game
I`m the reason that rock died, some proclaim
rich underground street nigga, Bumpy came
They wonderin`, how the hell he just won`t stop and
They wonderin`, how this nigga stays so hot
Well it`s a combination of five things I live by
I don`t speak to none of these bitch-ass niggas, just give eye
Always aim for the sky, unless I`m aiming at an A&R from the majors
then I aim for the eye, and you never seen me cry
These emotional-ass industry rap motherfuckers,
Nigga just push double Y
And I always spit fly, and never be afraid
`Cause Bumpy ain`t leaving, `til Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like little AIDS,
infecting the sound that the real niggas started
So we keep it underground, yeah
[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me clouded brains in motion
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me causing mad commotion
The Lah, lah, lah
Hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)
The Lah, lah, lah
Smoking, smoking, smoking
[ Verse Two ]
Niggas know I ain`t play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound
From the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, like I`m aged rap round
I got a little game for the kiddies and I call it Ain`t that clown!
It`s Bumpy Knux, how that inquits on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his team
Basketball where`s your dream, so live ya other life
Don`t go broke try to flow, be you ain`t that nice
What`s with these basketball niggas, I`m screamin` double drittle
How you nine foot tall, and rhymin` just a little?
I police the underground, and I`m thug upon it
Got `em crowling with that speak, get your mom ?
By reverend glock, niggas got they` game all twisted
It`s a lot of niggas I`ma bring it too and it`s listed
I hope he try to stand up and show me you lie
That makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside
`Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain`t a sucker
But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, it`s Bumpy Knux
[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
[ Verse Three ]
The magazines; I like to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it`s like
try to come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fight
It`s like tryin` to fight an ass on a Chinese woman
In the dark, black night I got the double-Tech
If I wasn`t in the cigarette-smoke,
and skinny white women that play my record
I been +Hot+ since +97+, way before that
Know I come back, and niggas still bitching
You can`t even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitching
Alot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like congresman Rangle
Missed the mo` changle with fucked up angles
The blacks start suffer while the white start spangle
Banner and we don`t play on MTV
The fucking record company is all up on the MP3
And the bootleg factory, I got niggas saying Bumpy too black for me
It`s the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter
And you got a little cheddar what made you pussy gain better
While you need mic-nice lessons nursery rhyming
When all a nigga want is a car and a hurtmean diamond
He`ll do anything for anybody
And suck a dick like he MC Lewinsky
I`m the nigga that you can`t see, don`t ever get it fucked up
All you sucka ass niggas with they bump knucked up
[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
