Freddie Foxxx - Mcs Come & Mcs Go Lyrics
Shaquita your mothers at the door, shaquita your mothers at my doorShe said you shoulda been home at 11:30, shes at my doorIntro:Check it out party people in the house we wanna set the party off rightRight about now, with the hottest underground mc in the game, thatsRight its bumpy knuckles baby, and we came to show you the diverse flowPart of what were bout to do today, so if you ready throw your handsIn the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this[verse 1]Clap your hands and stomp your feetWhile we rock to the sounds of the bumpy beat, the bumpy beatYou never heard me flow this slowSo I thought that I would do it just to let you knowIm still nice with my m I cI still put the hottest niggas on I c eIm down with guru and dj premierId like to thank yall both for bringin me hereNow, back to the business while you clappin your handsIts been a while since youve seen a real mcThese niggas make me feel thinWith all these gangstas around wit itsYoure rockin with the bestI live a hard knock life, I wear a hard knock vestWanna give me a hard knock testI have your little kids screaminIm so hard that after meYou need a will smith song to appreciate lifeIm like eddie in tibet***** the bald head boy I want the, the, the micLets take it back to union squareCan I grab the mic and mc in hereWell if so lets start classPharoah say rub on your titties bumpy say rub on your assHook:Mcs come and mcs goIm one of the few mcs left with mc flowSo when mcs come in, mcs knowIf they cant mc then they got to goNow everybody light it up now ho...Take it deep inside your body and breathe...Let it out[verse 2]Rock rock yall I wanna give it to the thugsSo they can bring it inside the party and spread it out to everybodyYo bumpy look omigod, what is thisGot your hands in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wristNow did you think I would miss, all that glitter and jewelWhen you know I rob a nigga, just too wellIts not mine bumpy do tellI wonder if I stick this knife in yo ass would they hear you yellIts nice to jack a nigga before you get on stageAnd watch him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shitIm nice yall, like gretzky and ice ballWanna ***** scary spice not once but twice yallI rocked in london and the crowd was yellingBumpy knucks is the mc that we be feelinHennesey was a popular drink and it still isLook what it done to arnold and willisThe real heads gon feel thisMy mic is kinda like my vanderblast jag only I wheel thisNow lets take it back to union squareCan I grab the mic and make it hot in hereWell if so lets make it hot to the beat yall, and you dont stopChorus[verse 3]Keep it on yall, to the funky sound***** hate me baby you can hump me nowAll the ladies in the house thats sick and tired of sayin owTake just one minute and ask these rap niggas howThey can get on stage and rap like thatHow you expect to get ***** after the show with crap like thatI bring the element, I remember like an elephantWhen selling crack and jewels was not so releventBut times are harder than blind mans chestBig up my little man big l, in peace he restsIts not many niggas spittin like it used to beSo ima hang around here yall get used to meAll the gangstas in the house with they separate crewsWhen these corporate ass kissers gon accept the newsThat black people get nothing but the bluesAnd we lost at the white folks back in the fifties and sixty twoI been to school, and I spit at mcsUntil they spin 360 degrees and then they pass outNot gas out, and Im not stoppinWhile the hoes is still jockin and your head is still boppinI flinch, dont ***** you and keep the bed rockinJump from ass to ass so I know Im hip hoppinNow lets take it back to union squareCan I grab the mic and mc in hereWell if so lets keep it tightWhile the real mcs take control of this micChorus
