Bump - Track 8

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Bump - Track 8

Creep creep. i'm the creep. the creep.
for the kind bud, oc latenight.
rollin' in the v-dub.
sick of scrapin' resin so i'm lookin' fo' a sack.
all i've learned, i'll head for burn.
bso's got my back.
right on. right on, brother.
blaze on. better rip that shit! rip it!
yea, this is that 1605 shit.
the real huntington beach, backyard fuckin' garage style
Bump! bump-bump! that's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
said bump! bump-bump! we're the kottonmouth kings and we don't give a f***!
Well i'm that pig 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 bing.
now the stereo was off. i sway, push play.
you hear humble gods from a mile away.
all the heads are bobbin' 'cos the bass is bumpin', d-loc is mumblin' "i got a lil somethin'!"
now they pass me a hornet and i took a sip.
sparked up a bowl and i tool a rip trip.
came to a halt at an intersection.
turned up the music at my discretion.
d-loc in the back says "what do i see!
a jeep fulla freeks just starin' at me!"
d-loc was right, they were in a range rover.
looked over my should. 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 drivin' the van.
so climb on in and don't be shy.
we 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 ptb."
C'mon c'mon!
bump! bump-bump! that's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
said bump! bump-bump! we're the kottonmouth kings and we don't give a f***!
bump! bump-bump! that's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
said bump! bump-bump! we're the kottonmouth kings and we don't give a f***!
"saint dog put it down for suburban pride!"
I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5.
up early in the mornin' tryin' to survive.
a 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 movin' and rock the mic.
'cos if i don't rock it then another sucker will.
and if ya don't jock it then i can't pay the bills.
a trip daddyx threw me out on stage.
said "saint represent for the underage."
same damn year my face is up in rays.
got that ring in my nose labelled 16 guage.
Nah st. dog i hunt ducks with a 12 guage.
and when i'm on the stage, yes, i get get real blazed.
get me on the court, my skills will put in you in amaze.
t-t-t-tikkitatwine all day!
C'mon c'mon!
bump! bump-bump! that's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
said bump! bump-bump! we're the kottonmouth kings and we don't give a f***!
bump! bump-bump! that's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
said bump! bump-bump! we're the kottonmouth kings and we don't give a f***!
bump! bump-bump! that's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
bump! bump-bump!
D-loc's on the pipe, rip-rip's it up!
It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical.
undefeated champ that'll stick ya foo'.
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 trip like a daisy.
that shit's in my system, makes my life kinda hazy.
my momma, my poppa. i think i should tell them.
the j's got my head. it fuc*** up my cerebellum.
it's about time to computer your math.
'cos my beats keep bumpin' like a seismograph.
see, i tripped before, but never like this.
straight to my mind, but my brain is all bliss.
i won't fake the funk when i'm smokin' on the skunk.
that 40 bowl evil make my pink eye drunk.
and like mickey mantle, i can switch my stance.
i'm a supercharged baller that's electricly enhanced!
my flows are silky soft like i'm writin' in a lotion!
i'm a lyricicst, ah, poetry in motion!
to each side to each side i cause a commotion!
cops smell my money, takin' off with my portion!
farewell to all and to all a good night.
i'll leave you these words to crit out all night
Whawhat wait? you said crit? that shit'll f*** you up! get off the crit and rock the bump!
C'mon!
bump! bump-bump! that's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
said bump! bump-bump! we're the kottonmouth kings and we don't give a f***!
Bee-yatch!!

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