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

[Verse Bumpy Knuckles]
Somebody call security It's about to be on
I'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til
Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my
You wanna die! Ha! I can help your be on!
I'm the reason that some rap niggas, may a name
I'm the reason that niggas, still in the game
I'm the that rock died, some proclaimed
Rich underground street nigga, became
They wonderin, how the hell he just stop
And, they wonderin, how nigga stay so hot
Well it's a of five things, I live by
I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas give hi
Always aim for the sky, unless I'm at an A&R
From the majors I aim for the eye
And never see me cry
These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss y
And I spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)
'Cause Bumpy leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like little aids, infectin the
the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!

[Chorus: Knuckles]
(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 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 play around 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 that
It's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his
That's always dream, so live your other life
Don't go tryin to flow b you ain't that nice
with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble
How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a
I police the underground and I'm thug
Got a problem with that speak, get mug annointed
By Reverend Glock, got the game all twisted
It's alot of I'm a bring it to and it's listed
I you try to stand up and show me you live
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! Bumpy 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 brains in
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me mad commotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

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

[Chorus: Bumpy
(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!
(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!

[Outro: Bumpy (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 control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")