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

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

[Chorus: Knuckles]
(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!
(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!

[Verse Bumpy Knuckles]
Niggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the
From the sky to the ground, gun yo' ass down
I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies
And I call it, ate clown
It's Bumpy Knucks, than grits on Al Green
Gonna Allen Iverson stick to his team
That's always your dream, so 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 just a little
I the underground and I'm thug appointed
Got a with that speak, get your mug annointed
By Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all
It's alot of niggas I'm a it to and it's listed
I hope you try to up and show me you live
That my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside
'Cause I know little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker
But he fuckin a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!

[Chorus: Knuckles]
(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 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!

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

Bumpy 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 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 Knuckles] (DJ Scratchin)
HAAAAAAAA! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, 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, body 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")