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[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Scratchin)
PREMO! HAAAAAAAAAAA!
(T-T-Take total control, total and soul-"Erick Sermon")
COME ON! HA! (Take total control, body and soul-"Erick Sermon")

One: Bumpy Knuckles]
Somebody better call It's about to be on
I'm in the streets midnight, to buss 'til dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my
You wanna die! Ha! I can help coffin be on!
I'm the that some rap niggas, may spit a name
I'm the reason that some niggas, in the game
I'm the reason rock died, some proclaimed
underground street nigga, Bump became
They wonderin, how the hell he just won't
And, they wonderin, how this stay so hot
Well a combination of five things, I live by
I don't speak to of these bitch ass niggas just give hi
aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R
From the then I aim for the eye
And you'll see me cry
These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is double y
And I always spit fly, and be afraid ('Fraid!)
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til get paid
You niggas is like little aids, infectin the
the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!

[Chorus: Bumpy
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me brains in motion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me mad commotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

Two: Bumpy Knuckles]
Niggas know I don't play around when it to the rhyme to the sound
the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down
Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little for the kiddies
And I it, ate that clown
Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Allen stick to his team
always your dream, so live your other life
Don't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't nice
What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin dribble
How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin a little
I police the and I'm thug appointed
Got a problem with that speak, get mug annointed
By Reverend Glock, niggas got the all twisted
alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed
I hope you try to stand up and me you live
That my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside
'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a
But he with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!

[Chorus: Knuckles]
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded in motion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me brains in motion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

[Verse Bumpy Knuckles]
The magazines (Yeah!) I like to my reviewer
his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like
Tryin to come up on this mic, how to how to fight
It's like tryin to a ass on a chinese woman
In the dark black night, I got the take it
'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman ain't playin my record
I was Hot before 97 way that
Now I come back, and niggas still
You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas
Alot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Rangel
! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with fucked up
The black star while the white star spangle
and we don't play on MTV
The record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory
I got niggas sayin Bumpy too for me
It's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by
And you got a little cheddar made your pussy game better
Well you need mic nice nursery rhymin
When all a nigga is a car and a hurt me diamond
He'll do for anybody
And suck a like a MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga that you'll see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!
All you sucker ass will get Bump Knucked up! Come on!

Bumpy Knuckles]
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me mad commotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

[Outro: Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin)
HAAAAAAAA! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")
YEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take body-"Erick Sermon")
COME ON! HA! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")
(T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")