Bump Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

(Intro): 

Creep, creep, I'm on the creep 

The creep for the kind bud 

O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub 

Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack 

All I learn, I'll head for burn 

BSO's got my back 

Right on, right on brother, blaze on 

You better rip that shit, rip it 

It's that 1605 shit, real hunnington beats 

Backyard fucking, garage style 

(Chorus): 

Bump, bump, bump 

That's the sound of the fifteens while they're hitting in my trunk 

Said bump, bump, bump 

We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck 

(Verse) Saint Dog: 

Well I'm that kid that the bitches talk about 

Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout 

A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605 (fool pass me the thing) 

Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play 

You hear humble gods from a mile away 

All the heads are bobbing because the base is bumping 

D-Loc is mumbling, (I got a little something) 

Well he passed me a hornet and I took a sip 

Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip 

Came to halt at an intersection 

Turned up the music at my discretion 

D-Loc in the back said what do I see 

A jeep full of freaks just staring at me 

D-Loc was right, they were in a range rover 

Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over 

They got out the car and stepped to my side 

I said, hello ladies let's take a ride 

I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man 

Daddy X is the one that's driving the van 

So climb on in and don't be shy 

We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly 

Once again I said it, my name's ST 

It's just another day of a P-T-be 

Come on, come on 

(Chorus)x2 

Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride 

(Verse) Saint Dog: 

I was living my life on a nine to five 

Up early in the morning trying to survive 

Chump change, it's a shame, with no education 

No inspiration, no destination, 

But now my occupation is to do what I like 

Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic 

Because if I don't rock it, then another sucker will 

And if you don't jock it, then I can't pay the bills 

Trick Daddy X threw me out on stage 

Said Saint, represent for the underage 

Same damn year, my face is up and raised 

Got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gauge 

D-Loc: 

No Saint dog, I hunt ducks with a twelve gauge 

And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed 

Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze 

T-T-T-twicking a twine all day 

Come on, come on 

(Chorus)x3 

D-Loc's on the mic, rip rip shit up 

(Verse) D-Loc: 

It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical, 

Undefeated Champ that will stick you fool 

My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy 

If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee) 

Plant you in the ground, let you drift like a daisy 

That shit's in my system makes my life kind of hazy 

My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them 

The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum 

It's about time to compute your math 

Because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph 

See I've tripped before, but never like this 

Straight to my mind, put my brain in a bliss 

I won't fake the funk, when I'm smoking on a skunk 

That forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk 

And like Micky Mantle, I can switch my stance 

I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced 

My flows are silky soft, like I'm writing them in lotion 

And I'm a lyricist, that's poetry in motion 

To each town, to each house, I cause mass commmotion 

?????? take it all for my potion 

Farewell to all and to all goodnight 

I'm leaving these ??? out all night 

Wait wait wait you said ??? that shit will suck you up 

Get off the ??? and rock the bump 

Come on 

(Chorus)x1 

Biotch!