Redman - Da Bump Lyrics
Intro:Original rude bwoy... on your sceneHaha, ha ha ha!Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke onHahahAll you *****es drop your drawers... witcha stinkin ass (stinkin ass)Just roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed)Verse one:Aiyyo, yes its me the mc grand royalSpittin that newcleus I suggest you jams on itIm not a role model I cracks the becks bottleSmoke blunts, play pretty mcs as sex modelsSo inhale exhale what you smell?Derail the frail blind mc off my trailIf he use braille, see I never been touchedRegulate the street tactics then parlay in the cutUhhahhh, lay back and hit this while I shit thisFlip this, get some ass flow at long distanceAnd plus I pack nine inches in my britchesAnd keep an instant lit for the funky ass *****esNewark, new jerseys on the map, ? comprende?And confrontations start from the blunts and the remeAnd if an-y, mc out there wanna testCall my boy poppa c to put a slug in your vestChorus: [from _whut? thee album_; tonights tha night]Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nineBy the waistline, kickin the hype shitSo turn the volume up a notchAnd watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop(repeat 2x)Verse two:Owwww, shit Im just one hip niggaShit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixtureWhat I deliver, over tracks and riversIs making your lungs collapse and quiver, its thePpp foundation in your assWe be the bomb like that oklahoma blastThen outlast, a few clowns, soundsRaps, stay bein the mack like dru downAsk me what I smoke and I say, its the method!Funk off the hook I leave shit disconnected!Whats the name of that town rollin up trees?[jersey smokin up the bom ba zee!]It dont stop, you better move slowlyI make that chest wet and cosyThen dip lowkey like ogsThen inject that antidote to make you odYou know a better flower get the dough g and show meI bet you I make em more ***** than jonsy *meow*And show em how high I am just from the nosebleed (how high)I keep it naughty by natureKick that rugged shit that maybelline could make-up, lace upInterlude:(yeah funk doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers)Smokin weed(yeah yeah, yeah yeah, its how we do)Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! (ooooohhhh!)Smoke lalala (smoke lalala)Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! (oooohhhhh!)Smoke lalala (smoke lalala)Verse three:Funk doctor, got your ass locked down properLet me next blast derelicts, binacaIma star at war, smoke blunts, dont chew-baccaThe head banger boogie for the marijuana shoppersLace the tracks with stacks of artifactsMake the police arrest me for givin the cardiacCause Im the shitter, headbanger non-quitterTwenty blunt a day nigga, landcruise whipperI represent, commence to beat an instrumentWhos next to get that ass bent ten percentI make you boo pass off your jewels you lose cause(I am so cool... cool... cool...)React opponent, I got five on itMet some hoochie, now I got fifty-five on itWith two coronas, I dominate my opponentsTo the hardcore niggaz, keep on! (mother*****er)Chorus
