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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 Bumpy Knuckles]
better call security 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 your coffin be on!
I'm the reason some rap niggas, may spit a name
I'm the reason that some niggas, still in the
I'm the that rock died, some proclaimed
Rich underground nigga, Bump became
wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop
And, they wonderin, how this nigga so hot
it's a combination of five things, I live by
I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just hi
aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R
From the majors I aim for the eye
And you'll see me cry
These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is double y
And I always fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)
Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like little aids, the sound
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 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 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
Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the
And I call it, ate clown
It's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than on Al Green
Gonna make Allen stick to his team
That's always your dream, so live 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 Glock, niggas got the game all twisted
alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed
I hope you try to stand up and show me you
That my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside
'Cause I know this little nigga prove he ain't a sucker
But he fuckin a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!

[Chorus: Bumpy
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded 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 'causin mad
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

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

[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 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 a locomotion
(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")
ON! HA! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body 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")