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Bump (Bobby B Homegrown mix)

(Intro):

Creep, creep, I'm on the creep

The creep for the kind bud

O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub

Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack

All I learn, I'll head for burn

BSO's got my back

Right on, right on brother, blaze on

You better rip that shit, rip it

It's that 1605 shit, real hunnington beats

Backyard fucking, garage style(Chorus):

Bump, bump, bump

That's the sound of the fifteens while they're hitting in my trunk

Said bump, bump, bump

We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck(Verse) Saint Dog:

Well I'm that kid that the bitches talk about

Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout

A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605 (fool pass me the thing)

Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play

You hear humble gods from a mile away

All the heads are bobbing because the base is bumping

D-Loc is mumbling, (I got a little something)

Well he passed me a hornet and I took a sip

Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip

Came to halt at an intersection

Turned up the music at my discretion

D-Loc in the back said what do I see

A jeep full of freaks just staring at me

D-Loc was right, they were in a range rover

Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over

They got out the car and stepped to my side

I said, hello ladies let's take a ride

I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man

Daddy X is the one that's driving the van

So climb on in and don't be shy

We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly

Once again I said it, my name's ST

It's just another day of a P-T-be

Come on, come on(Chorus)x2Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride(Verse) Saint Dog:

I was living my life on a nine to five

Up early in the morning trying to survive

Chump change, it's a shame, with no education

No inspiration, no destination,

But now my occupation is to do what I like

Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic

Because if I don't rock it, then another sucker will

And if you don't jock it, then I can't pay the bills

Trick Daddy X threw me out on stage

Said Saint, represent for the underage

Same damn year, my face is up and raised

Got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gaugeD-Loc:

No Saint dog, I hunt ducks with a twelve gauge

And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed

Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze

T-T-T-twicking a twine all day

Come on, come on(Chorus)x3D-Loc's on the mic, rip rip shit up(Verse) D-Loc:

It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical,

Undefeated Champ that will stick you fool

My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy

If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee)

Plant you in the ground, let you drift like a daisy

That shit's in my system makes my life kind of hazy

My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them

The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum

It's about time to compute your math

Because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph

See I've tripped before, but never like this

Straight to my mind, put my brain in a bliss

I won't fake the funk, when I'm smoking on a skunk

That forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk

And like Micky Mantle, I can switch my stance

I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced

My flows are silky soft, like I'm writing them in lotion

And I'm a lyricist, that's poetry in motion

To each town, to each house, I cause mass commmotion

?????? take it all for my potion

Farewell to all and to all goodnight

I'm leaving these ??? out all night

Wait wait wait you said ??? that shit will suck you up

Get off the ??? and rock the bump

Come on(Chorus)x1Biotch!

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