The Lah

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