Текст песни Prince Po f Raekwon - Bump Bump
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[Intro: Raekwon (Prince Po)]Time to establish, you know how it`s going down (Yeah) Word upWhat up Prince Po, what up baby? (Yeah)Shallah Raekwon, Lex Diamond, let`s get it to `em[Chorus: Prince Po (Raekwon) {both}]{Aiyo, come through} Come onYou know we do it big girl, don`t front front(Get dipped, tell your friends, we got the bump bump)The what? (the bump bump)The what? (the bump bump)The what? (the bump bump)The what? (the bump bump) what{Come through} We get it crackin` dog, don`t front front, yeah{Givin` hummin` in the Benz} (We got the) {bump bump}The what? (the bump bump)The what? (the bump bump)The what? (the bump bump)The what? (the bump bump)[Prince Po]Its a wrap slick, still on point, like a cactusIt`s that new Prince Po shit, get at thisMami`s love to mack this, breakers do back flipsWe buggin` in the club, in the cut like cat pissIt`s hood love, baby, give my sounds to blacknessEight kids are under the mattress, for survival tacticsMa, don`t try to ride with no practiceHit up til you heat up skeet, and your body collapsesGirl, I can`t help it, I`m nastyPut in a lot of work, so my hands stay ashyStack and cop, houses to land, machines is classyDiamonds is hollerin`, and sayin` you got some greens to pass me, so[Chorus][Raekwon]Word to my Nike Airs, I been reved years agoHow many years a nigga done blessed, here`s the flowWord up, magazine, chrome gats, all in my backsSo many live niggaz, all day high niggaz and grown batsPlay the hood, stay in the hoodDisplay mad `88, gettin` weight, Rae and them goodPlay the rooftop, black caught her, quarter in my pocketHit the booth up, blow like shorty got a rocketSo much talent to spray, me, I never leaveStand there, get my money, let fam breathConnect like opposites, blow like tropical weedHit Hawaii up, fuckin` in the cockpits [Chorus][Prince Po]Fried chicken, ghetto funk, mic controlYoung thelonious monk, still ice coldTeen and meanin` the collard greens, stomp through the jungleLambs shakin` they amps, catch up if you want toGot you on the lean, like wits, murk you through QueensDippin` in between your lanes, like we crumbs, in the seats seemsYou ride with pros, Rae and Po, straight hoe`s, meet in Paris for showsFunked dub it like a dunk from Shaq, down lowNasty habits, Prince Po, Madlib, beg for blowsStraight gully like the seventy`s, heavy for sureAiyo `Lib, they small fries, we Big Macs to goAdrenaline pumpin`, we got it jumpin` dog, it`s nothin`Carnivores, man huntin`, once we start dumpin` the dukeFor the love of your life, stop frontin`Might hit up your click tonight, we havin` a little somethin`, so[Chorus][Outro: Raekwon]Ya`ll know how it go down, y`all know how it go downLex Diamond, Prince Po (you know what I`m sayin?)We the illest niggaz, yo (you tell a wack rapper, that, youknowhatimsayinWord up, you knowhatimsayin? Watch them Uncle Peaches ass niggaz, youknowhatimsayin?)Chuck Berry haircut ass niggaz out there, yo, word