Текст песни Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles - The Lah
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Primo! HaaaaahCome on, hah![ Verse One ]Somebody better call security it`s `bout to be onI`m in the streets, midnight, `bout to bust `til dawnNiggas are dead wrong, if they think I`m soft in my songYou wanna die? Hah, I can help your coffin me onI`m the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a nameI`m the reason that some niggas, still in the gameI`m the reason that rock died, some proclaimrich underground street nigga, Bumpy cameThey wonderin`, how the hell he just won`t stop andThey wonderin`, how this nigga stays so hotWell it`s a combination of five things I live byI don`t speak to none of these bitch-ass niggas, just give eyeAlways aim for the sky, unless I`m aiming at an A&R from the majorsthen I aim for the eye, and you never seen me cryThese emotional-ass industry rap motherfuckers,Nigga just push double YAnd I always spit fly, and never be afraid`Cause Bumpy ain`t leaving, `til Bumpy get paidYou niggas is like little AIDS,infecting the sound that the real niggas startedSo we keep it underground, yeah[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]The Lah, lah, lahGot me clouded brains in motionThe Lah, lah, lahGot me causing mad commotionThe Lah, lah, lahHit me like a locomotion (Feel me)The Lah, lah, lahSmoking, smoking, smoking[ Verse Two ]Niggas know I ain`t play around when it comes to the rhyme to the soundFrom the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, like I`m aged rap roundI got a little game for the kiddies and I call it "Ain`t that clown!"It`s Bumpy Knux, how that inquits on Al GreenGonna make Allen Iverson stick with his teamBasketball where`s your dream, so live ya other lifeDon`t go broke try to flow, be you ain`t that niceWhat`s with these basketball niggas, I`m screamin` double drittleHow you nine foot tall, and rhymin` just a little?I police the underground, and I`m thug upon itGot `em crowling with that speak, get your mom ?By reverend glock, niggas got they` game all twistedIt`s a lot of niggas I`ma bring it too and it`s listedI hope he try to stand up and show me you lieThat makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside`Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain`t a suckerBut he fucking with a bad motherfucker, it`s Bumpy Knux[ Chorus ] [ 2x ][ Verse Three ]The magazines; I like to meet my reviewerTake his ass to the sewer, and show him what it`s liketry to come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fightIt`s like tryin` to fight an ass on a Chinese womanIn the dark, black night I got the double-TechIf I wasn`t in the cigarette-smoke,and skinny white women that play my recordI been +Hot+ since +97+, way before thatKnow I come back, and niggas still bitchingYou can`t even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchingAlot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like congresman RangleMissed the mo` changle with fucked up anglesThe blacks start suffer while the white start spangleBanner and we don`t play on MTVThe fucking record company is all up on the MP3And the bootleg factory, I got niggas saying "Bumpy too black for me"It`s the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitterAnd you got a little cheddar what made you pussy gain betterWhile you need mic-nice lessons nursery rhymingWhen all a nigga want is a car and a hurtmean diamondHe`ll do anything for anybodyAnd suck a dick like he MC LewinskyI`m the nigga that you can`t see, don`t ever get it fucked upAll you sucka ass niggas with they bump knucked up[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]