"Shaquita your mother's at the door, Shaquita your mother's at my door
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She said you shoulda been home at 11:30, she's at my door"
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Intro:
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Check it out party people in the house we wanna set the party off right
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right about now, with the hottest underground MC in the game, that's
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right it's Bumpy Knuckles baby, and we came to show you the diverse flow
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part of what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your hands
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in the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this
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[Verse 1]
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Clap your hands and stomp your feet
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While we rock to the sounds of the Bumpy beat, the Bumpy beat
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You never heard me flow this slow
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So I thought that I would do it just to let you know
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I'm still nice with my M I C
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I still put the hottest niggas on I C E
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I'm down with Guru and DJ Premier
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I'd like to thank y'all both for bringin me here
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Now, back to the business while you clappin your hands
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It's been a while since you've seen a real MC
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These niggas make me feel thin
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With all these gangstas around wit it's
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You're rockin with the best
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I live a hard knock life, I wear a hard knock vest
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Wanna give me a hard knock test
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I have your little kids screamin
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I'm so hard that after me
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You need a Will Smith song to appreciate life
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I'm like Eddie in Tibet
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Fuck the bald head boy I want the, the, the mic
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Let's take it back to union square
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Can I grab the mic and MC in here
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Well if so let's start class
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Pharoah say rub on your titties Bumpy say rub on your ass
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HOOK:
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MCs come and MCs go
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I'm one of the few MCs left with MC flow
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So when MCs come in, MCs know
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If they can't MC then they got to go
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Now everybody light it up now HO...
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Take it deep inside your body and breathe...
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Let it out
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[Verse 2]
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Rock rock y'all I wanna give it to the thugs
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So they can bring it inside the party and spread it out to everybody
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"Yo Bumpy look" Omigod, what is this
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Got your hands in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wrist
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Now did you think I would miss, all that glitter and jewel
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When you know I rob a nigga, just too well
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"It's not mine Bumpy" do tell
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I wonder if I stick this knife in yo' ass would they hear you yell
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It's nice to jack a nigga before you get on stage
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And watch him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shit
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I'm nice y'all, like Gretzky and ice ball
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Wanna fuck Scary Spice not once but twice y'all
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I rocked in London and the crowd was yelling
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Bumpy Knucks is the MC that we be feelin
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Hennesey was a popular drink and it still is
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Look what it done to Arnold and Willis
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The real heads gon feel this
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My mic is kinda like my Vanderblast Jag only I wheel this
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Now let's take it back to Union Square
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Can I grab the mic and make it hot in here
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Well if so let's make it hot to the beat y'all, and you don't stop
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CHORUS
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[Verse 3]
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Keep it on y'all, to the funky sound
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Fuck hate me baby you can hump me now
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All the ladies in the house that's sick and tired of sayin ow
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Take just one minute and ask these rap niggas how
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They can get on stage and rap like that
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How you expect to get pussy after the show with crap like that
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I bring the element, I remember like an elephant
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When selling crack and jewels was not so relevent
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But times are harder than blind man's chest
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Big up my little man Big L, in peace he rests
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It's not many niggas spittin like it used to be
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So I'ma hang around here y'all get used to me
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All the gangstas in the house with they separate crews
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When these corporate ass kissers gon accept the news
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That black people get nothing but the blues
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And we lost at the white folks back in the fifties and sixty two
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I been to school, and I spit at MCs
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Until they spin 360 degrees and then they pass out
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Not gas out, and I'm not stoppin
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While the hoes is still jockin and your head is still boppin
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I flinch, don't fuck you and keep the bed rockin
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Jump from ass to ass so I know I'm hip hoppin
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Now let's take it back to Union Square
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Can I grab the mic and MC in here
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Well if so let's keep it tight
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While the real MCs take control of this mic
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CHORUS
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