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

[Verse One: Knuckles]
better call security It's about to be on
I'm in the midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn
Niggas are wrong, if they think I soften my song
You wanna die! Ha! I can your coffin be on!
I'm the reason that rap niggas, may spit a name
I'm the that some niggas, still in the game
I'm the that rock died, some proclaimed
underground street nigga, Bump became
They wonderin, how the hell he just stop
And, they wonderin, how this stay so hot
Well it's a combination of things, I live by
I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just hi
Always aim for the sky, I'm aimin at an A&R
the majors 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 never be ('Fraid!)
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like little aids, infectin the
That the real niggas started, so we keep it yeah!

[Chorus: Knuckles]
(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!
(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!

Two: Bumpy Knuckles]
Niggas know I don't play around when it to the rhyme to the sound
From the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass
Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little for the kiddies
And I it, ate that clown
It's Bumpy Knucks, than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his
That's always dream, so live your other life
Don't go broke to flow b you ain't that nice
What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin dribble
How you nine tall?! And rhymin 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 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 this little wanna prove he ain't a sucker
But he fuckin a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!

Bumpy 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 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 Bumpy Knuckles]
The magazines (Yeah!) I to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him it's like
to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight
It's like tryin to find a ass on a woman
In the dark black night, I got the double it
'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny woman they ain't playin my record
I was Hot before 97 way before
Now I come back, and niggas bitchin
You can't even snatch a no more, niggas snitchin
Alot of niggas is pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel
! HUH!) Mr. with fucked up ankles
The star suffer while the white star spangle
Banner and we play on MTV
The record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory
I got sayin Bumpy too black for me
It's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by
And you got a little cheddar which made your game better
you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin
When all a want is a car and a hurt me diamond
He'll do for anybody
And suck a dick like a MC
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 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 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!

Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier 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, total and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")