Текст (слова) песни: Freddie Foxxx - Bumpy Bring It Home

Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more

In the headphones for me

Check it out [cmon!]

You ready, its bumpy knuckles baby

Sendin this out to my niggas

All them hardcore street corner, wilders

Ha, ha, freddie foxxx baby

Thats right, diamond d baby

[verse 1]

Whoever thought that Id be mr. lyrical flows nice

Like sunsets on the rio grande

Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can

My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas

That listen to hip hop feelin me

I keep it underground, sounds a buck china

Even in japan they know, Im the ultimate

Spit at me verse, like its my last one

Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones

You see, I dont think no niggas nicer than me

Im not conceited, thats how I read it, these niggas heated

I dissect your verses like science class frogs

I see your rap records is swine, like hogs

Now cipher, thats like turnin down janet for michelle pfeiffer

See freddie foxxx aint wit that

My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker

The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin

Its not my fault that niggas listen to me

And wanna rob shit, cuz I do my motherfuckin job kid

If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you

Eyes and ears said freddie foxxx is here

I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it

Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it

And I aint seen nothing that could make me believe

Theres a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me

Hook 2x: billy danze

You in a class of your own, bumpys in the zone

Leave bumpy alone! bumpy get it on

Bumpy spit chrome, bumpy hold a throne

Now, bumpy bring it home!

[verse 2]

I wear rolex watches and alligator shoes

Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news

I had fifty miles on my brand new benz in 89

When you wanted me to critique your rhyme

It just was all right

Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval

Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal

I punch you in your temple make you stagger like yeltsin

Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son

Then I take off my belt son

Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is

You fake niggas cant make it hard for real niggas cuz

Theres no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga

No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail

Just like a fake nigga always fail

Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef

Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy

You comin just a lyrical lunatic

I make it blacker than midnight at 12 oclock noon and shit

I keep rollin like the black navi with them micky thompsons

Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight

The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when they come out

Got emcees rappin wit they gun out

Memorize lyrics and I spit em to the needy

Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you feel me

Hook

[verse 3]

I treat em like real stick up kids is the dark alley

Whats slick rick, its the ballies

With played out new york niggas its ticali

Runnin from the ill shit

I do what record labels dont like, the real shit

Money is energy, Im hyped up

Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up

I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs

Takin everything you got to give

The black robin hood I rock for niggas that cant afford rolies

Ride around and in tagged up stolies

I keep the truth like the holy quran

Heres a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man

I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit

Some miracle shit, some empirical shit

Now Im in flipmode, I got my gun in your brain

And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain

Bumpy plays no games, its all real here

Cant get my gun in the club, I keep it real near

Im harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole

Six shots all through your body like real soul

James brown or the meters

Im gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters

When diamond d blessed me I had to come rugged

Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck shit

Hook

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[verse 2] I wear rolex watches and alligator shoes Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news I had fifty miles on my brand new benz in 89 When you wanted me to critique your rhyme It just was all right Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal I punch you in your temple make you stagger like yeltsin Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son Then I take off my belt son Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is You fake niggas cant make it hard for real niggas cuz Theres no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail Just like a fake nigga always fail Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy You comin just a lyrical lunatic I make it blacker than midnight at 12 oclock noon and shit I keep rollin like the black navi with them micky thompsons Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when they come out Got emcees rappin wit they gun out Memorize lyrics and I spit em to the needy Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you feel me Hook [verse 3] I treat em like real stick up kids is the dark alley Whats slick rick, its the ballies With played out new york niggas its ticali Runnin from the ill shit I do what record labels dont like, the real shit Money is energy, Im hyped up Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs Takin everything you got to give The black robin hood I rock for niggas that cant afford rolies Ride around and in tagged up stolies I keep the truth like the holy quran Heres a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit Some miracle shit, some empirical shit Now Im in flipmode, I got my gun in your brain And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain Bumpy plays no games, its all real here Cant get my gun in the club, I keep it real near Im harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole Six shots all through your body like real soul James brown or the meters Im gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters When diamond d blessed me I had to come rugged Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck shit Hook Нравится песня? 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