The Lah Lyrics - Bumpy Knuckles

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 niggaz, may spit a name 

I'm the reason that some niggaz, 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 niggaz started 

So we keep it underground, yeah 

[Chorus] [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 

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[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx] 

Niggaz 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 niggaz I'ma 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 

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[Chorus] [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 niggaz still bitchin 

You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin 

A lot of niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz will get Bump knucked up 

[Chorus] [2x]