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

[Verse One: Bumpy
Somebody better call security It's to be on
I'm in the streets midnight, to buss 'til dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my
You die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on!
I'm the reason that some rap niggas, may a name
I'm the reason that some niggas, still in the
I'm the reason rock died, some proclaimed
Rich underground nigga, Bump became
They wonderin, how the hell he just won't
And, they wonderin, how this nigga so hot
Well a combination of five things, I live by
I don't speak to none of these ass niggas just give hi
Always aim for the sky, unless I'm at an A&R
From the then I aim for the eye
And you'll see me cry
These emotional ass rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss double y
And I always spit fly, and never be ('Fraid!)
'Cause Bumpy ain't (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like aids, infectin the sound
That the niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!

[Chorus: Knuckles]
(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 in motion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me mad commotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

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

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

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

[Chorus: Bumpy
(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!
(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!

Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin)
HAAAAAAAA! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take control, total body 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 total control, body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")