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[Verse 1: Freddie better call security it's 'bout to be on I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I'm in my song You die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on I'm the reason that rap niggaz, may spit a name I'm the reason that some niggaz, in the game I'm the reason rock died, some proclaim rich underground street nigga, came They wonderin, how the he just won't stop and They wonderin, how nigga stays so hot it's a combination of five things I live by I don't to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just give eye Always aim for the sky, unless I'm at an A&R from the majors then I aim for the eye, and you never me cry These emotional ass industry rap just push double Y And I spit fly, and never be afraid Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid You niggas is like AIDS infecting the sound that the real niggaz So we it underground, yeah
[Chorus] The Lah, lah, lah Got me clouded brains in The Lah, lah, lah Got me causing mad The Lah, lah, lah Hit me a locomotion (Feel me) The Lah, lah, lah Smokin, smokin,
[Verse 2: Freddie Niggaz know I ain't play around it comes to the rhyme to the sound the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, like I'm aged rap round I got a little for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!" Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al Green Gonna make Allen Iverson stick his team Basketball was your dream, so live ya other Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't nice What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double How you nine foot tall, and rhymin just a I police the underground, and I'm appointed Got a problem with that speech get mug annointed By reverend glock, got they' game all twisted It's a lot of niggaz bring it too and it's listed I hope he try to up and show me you live That makes my dick hard, and I get all inside 'Cause I know this little nigga prove he ain't a sucker But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, Bumpy Knux
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[Verse 3: Freddie The - I like to meet my reviewer Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what like Tryna come up on mic, how to struggle, how to fight It's tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman In the dark, black I got the double Tech As if I was in the smoke and skinny white they play my record I been +Hot+ since +97+, way that Now I come back, and niggaz bitchin You even snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin A lot of niggaz is just pots in the like congresman Wrangle Mister Bo with fucked up ankles The blacks start suffer while the start spangled Banner and we don't on MTV The fuckin record is ownin all the MP3 And the bootleg factory, I got saying "Bumpy too black for me!" the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter And you got a little cheddar what's made your pussy game While you mic nice lessons nursery rhymin When all a nigga want is a car and a me diamond He'll do anything for And suck a like he MC Lewinsky I'm the nigga you can't see, don't ever get it fucked up All you ass niggaz will get Bump knucked up
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