The Lah

Primo! Haaaaah

Come on, hah!

[Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx]

Somebody better call security it's 'bout to be on

I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til dawn

Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song

You wanna die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on

I'm the reason that some rap niggaz, may spit a name

I'm the reason that some niggaz, still in the game

I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaim

rich underground street nigga, Bumpy came

They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop and

They wonderin, how this nigga stays so hot

Well it's a combination of five things I live by

I don't speak to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just give eye

Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aiming at an A&R from the majors

then I aim for the eye, and you never seen me cry

These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers

Nigga just push double Y

And I always spit fly, and never be afraid

'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid

You niggas is like little AIDS

infecting the sound that the real niggaz started

So we keep it underground, yeah

[Chorus] [2x]

The Lah, lah, lah

Got me clouded brains in motion

The Lah, lah, lah

Got me causing mad commotion

The Lah, lah, lah

Hit me like a locomotion (Feel me)

The Lah, lah, lah

Smokin, smokin, smokin

[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]

Niggaz know I ain't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound

From the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, like I'm aged rap round

I got a little game for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!"

It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al Green

Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his team

Basketball was your dream, so live ya other life

Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't that nice

What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double dribble

How you nine foot tall, and rhymin just a little?

I police the underground, and I'm thug appointed

Got a problem with that speech get your mug annointed

By reverend glock, niggas got they' game all twisted

It's a lot of niggaz I'ma bring it too and it's listed

I hope he try to stand up and show me you live

That makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside

'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker

But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, it's Bumpy Knux

[Chorus] [2x]

[Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx]

The magazines - I like to meet my reviewer

Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like

Tryna come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fight

It's like tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman

In the dark, black night I got the double Tech

As if I was in the cigarette smoke

and skinny white women they play my record

I been +Hot+ since +97+, way before that

Now I come back, and niggaz still bitchin

You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin

A lot of niggaz is just pots in the kitchen like congresman Wrangle

Mister Bo Jangle with fucked up ankles

The blacks start suffer while the white start spangled

Banner and we don't play on MTV

The fuckin record company is ownin all the MP3

And the bootleg factory, I got niggaz saying "Bumpy too black for me!"

It's the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter

And you got a little cheddar what's made your pussy game better

While you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin

When all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond

He'll do anything for anybody

And suck a dick like he MC Lewinsky

I'm the nigga that you can't see, don't ever get it fucked up

All you sucka ass niggaz will get Bump knucked up

[Chorus] [2x]