[Intro]
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Premo! Haaaaah
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Come on, hah!
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[Verse 1]
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Somebody better call security its bout to be on
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Im in the streets, midnight, bout to bust til dawn
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Niggas are dead wrong, if they think Im soft in my song
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You wanna die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on
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Im the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name
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Im the reason that some niggas, still in the game
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Im 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 wont stop and
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They wonderin, how this nigga stays so hot
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Well its a combination of five things I live by
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I dont speak to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just give eye
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Always aim for the sky, unless Im 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 aint 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 niggas started
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So we keep it underground, yeah
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[Chorus]
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The lah-lah-lah got me clouded brains in motion
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The lah-lah-lah got me causing mad commotion
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The lah-lah-lah hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)
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The lah-lah-lah smokin, smokin, smokin
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The lah-lah-lah got me clouded brains in motion
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The lah-lah-lah got me causing mad commotion
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The lah-lah-lah hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)
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The lah-lah-lah smokin, smokin, smokin
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[Verse 2]
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Niggas know I aint 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 Im aged rap round
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I got a little game for the kiddies and I call it “Aint that clown!”
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Its 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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Dont go broke tryna flow, be you aint that nice
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Whats with these basketball niggas, Im 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 Im thug appointed
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Got a problem with that speech get your mug anointed
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By reverend Glock, niggas got they game all twisted
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Its a lot of niggas Imma bring it too and its 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 aint a sucker
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But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, its Bumpy Knux
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[Chorus]
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The lah-lah-lah got me clouded brains in motion
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The lah-lah-lah got me causing mad commotion
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The lah-lah-lah hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)
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The lah-lah-lah smokin, smokin, smokin
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The lah-lah-lah got me clouded brains in motion
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The lah-lah-lah got me causing mad commotion
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The lah-lah-lah hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)
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The lah-lah-lah smokin, smokin, smokin
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[Verse 3]
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The magazines—Id like to meet my reviewer
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Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what its like
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Tryna come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fight
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Its like tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman
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In the dark, black night, I got the double TEC
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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 niggas still bitchin
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You cant even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin
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A lot of niggas 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 dont 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 niggas saying “Bumpy too black for me!”
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Its the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter
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And you got a little cheddar which 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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Hell do anything for anybody
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And suck a dick like he MC Lewinsky
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Im the nigga that you cant see, dont ever get it fucked up
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All you sucka ass niggas will get Bump knucked up
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[Chorus]
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The lah-lah-lah got me clouded brains in motion
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The lah-lah-lah got me causing mad commotion
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The lah-lah-lah hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)
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The lah-lah-lah smokin, smokin, smokin
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The lah-lah-lah got me clouded brains in motion
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The lah-lah-lah got me causing mad commotion
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The lah-lah-lah hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)
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The lah-lah-lah smokin, smokin, smokin
