Primo! Haaaaah
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Come on, hah!
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[Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx]
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Somebody better call security it's 'bout to be on
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I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til dawn
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Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song
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You wanna die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on
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I'm the reason that some rap niggaz, may spit a name
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I'm the reason that some niggaz, still in the game
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I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaim
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rich underground street nigga, Bumpy came
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They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop and
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They wonderin, how this nigga stays so hot
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Well it's a combination of five things I live by
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I don't speak to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just give eye
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Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aiming at an A&R from the majors
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then I aim for the eye, and you never seen me cry
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These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers
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Nigga just push double Y
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And I always spit fly, and never be afraid
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'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid
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You niggas is like little AIDS
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infecting the sound that the real niggaz started
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So we keep it underground, yeah
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[Chorus] [2x]
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The Lah, lah, lah
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Got me clouded brains in motion
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The Lah, lah, lah
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Got me causing mad commotion
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The Lah, lah, lah
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Hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)
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The Lah, lah, lah
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Smokin, smokin, smokin
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[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]
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Niggaz know I ain't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound
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From the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, like I'm aged rap round
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I got a little game for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!"
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It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al Green
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Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his team
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Basketball was your dream, so live ya other life
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Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't that nice
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What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double dribble
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How you nine foot tall, and rhymin just a little?
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I police the underground, and I'm thug appointed
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Got a problem with that speech get your mug annointed
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By reverend glock, niggas got they' game all twisted
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It's a lot of niggaz I'ma bring it too and it's listed
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I hope he try to stand up and show me you live
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That makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside
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'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker
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But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, it's Bumpy Knux
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[Chorus] [2x]
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[Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx]
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The magazines - I like to meet my reviewer
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Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like
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Tryna come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fight
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It's like tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman
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In the dark, black night I got the double Tech
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As if I was in the cigarette smoke
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and skinny white women they play my record
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I been +Hot+ since +97+, way before that
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Now I come back, and niggaz still bitchin
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You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin
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A lot of niggaz is just pots in the kitchen like congresman Wrangle
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Mister Bo Jangle with fucked up ankles
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The blacks start suffer while the white start spangled
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Banner and we don't play on MTV
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The fuckin record company is ownin all the MP3
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And the bootleg factory, I got niggaz saying "Bumpy too black for me!"
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It's the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter
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And you got a little cheddar what's made your pussy game better
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While you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin
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When all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond
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He'll do anything for anybody
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And suck a dick like he MC Lewinsky
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I'm the nigga that you can't see, don't ever get it fucked up
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All you sucka ass niggaz will get Bump knucked up
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[Chorus] [2x]
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The Lah
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Bumpy Knuckles |