Lyrics
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Right off the stars in the twilight
I can't forget who they are and who they rhyme like (me)
Watch out, cuz they know it's reptiles
Creepin' on they belly side, grindin', G style
Drawn to the battlefield, a sword and a shield to get busy
I remember simply this is not a drill or a non-violent act
Pro black movement, special ghetto vibe guerrilla warfare unit
Boom! time to hunt, come at once it's urgent
Emergencies, MC's bleeding, you're style is too fragile
Exit into exile
Later wack, come back when you develop some more flavor
Chorus
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bumpin' ya sounds (Rock the spot)
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (Rock the spot)
You got to open your eyes
Have you tweaking outside
Rippin' through the grass, the shit is so bad
Pouncin' first, we conserve for the drought
You can hear it in the lyrics
Niggas is runnin' out
Short times is left, all ya days is been numbered
Mack who the winner serve dinner through summer like a waiter
Say a transformer or a traitor
Mic go psycho, Alpha Disco Beta (Alpha Disco Beta!)
Master from the West Los to the East Coast
Royal, burnin' niggas up flame broil
We here to get it on, trick to the bone
If you put the track down then it'd be wrong
Pump ya breaks, slow ya flow
Row close to the chorus as we flow through the forest
True from beginnin' to end
Slay all opponents, I put a G on it
Chorus
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bumpin' ya sounds (Rock the spot)
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (Rock the spot)
Bumpin' me {bum bum bum bum bum bum)
Bumpin' be me {bum bum bum bum bum bum)
Show me some love (Sup?)
Roll out the rug (Huh?)
High like a bug
Fly like a dove
Make the houseparty sound like a concert
Bumpin' 'till the speakers dont work
Dirt in ya ears, got em clogged
Ya vision's all fogged
Please, allow me I teach classes
See, in order to see, cuzzy, you might need glasses
We lettin' gold verses loose on they asses
I been doin' this since you was wearin' diapers
Fallin' like hail on your windshield wipers
Dippin' callin, got the toy see-sawin'
All the little coochies sayin' "Yeah, he's ballin'"
Outta control once the work gets sold
We flatten' em, comin' outta platinum and gold
Break, the earth shakers cause cracks in the ground
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bumpin' ya sounds
Chorus
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bumpin' ya sounds (Rock the spot)
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (Rock the spot)
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bumpin' ya sounds (Rock the spot)
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (Rock the spot)
{Outro]
Bumpin' sounds, bum bum bum bum bum bum, bumpin' sounds, bum bum bum bum bum bum, bumpin, (Rock the spot) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
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