Da Bump lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Da Bump



 Send "Da Bump" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

Intro:

Original rude bwoy... on your
scene
Haha ha ha ha!
Everybody light your
blunts get your smoke on
Hahah
All you
bitches 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 it's me
the MC Grand Royal
Spittin that Newcleus I
suggest you Jams On It
I'm not a role model I
cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play
pretty MC's as sex models
So inhale exhale
what you smell?
Derail the frail blind MC off
my trail
If he use braille, see I never been
touched
Regulate the street tactics then
parlay in the cut
Uhhahhh, lay back and hit
this while I shit this
Flip this, get some ass
flow at long distance
And plus I pack nine
inches in my britches
And keep an instant lit
for the funky ass bitches
Newark, New Jersey's
on the map, ?comprende?
And confrontations
start from the blunts and the Reme
And if
an-y, MC out there wanna test
Call my boy
Poppa C to put a slug in your vest

Chorus:
[from _Whut? Thee Album_; "Tonight's Tha
Night"]

Check, I walk around the street
with the black tec nine
By the waistline,
kickin the hype shit
So turn the volume up a
notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make
your speakers pop
(repeat 2X)

Verse
Two:

Owwww, shit I'm just one hip
nigga
Shit is off the hook when my crew is in
the mixture
What I deliver, over tracks and
rivers
Is making your lungs collapse and
quiver, it's the
PPP foundation in your
ass
We be the bomb like that Oklahoma
blast
Then outlast, a few clowns,
sounds
Raps, stay bein the mack like Dru
Down
Ask me what I smoke and I say, "It's the
method!"
Funk off the hook I leave shit
disconnected!
What's the name of that town
rollin up trees?
[Jersey smokin up the bom ba
zee!]
It don't stop, you better move
slowly
I make that chest wet and cosy
Then
dip lowkey like OG's
Then inject that antidote
to make you OD
You know a better flower get the
dough G and show me
I bet you I make em more
pussy than Jonsy *meow*
And show em How High I
am just from the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it
Naughty By Nature
Kick that rugged shit that
Maybelline could make-up, lace
up

Interlude:

(Yeah Funk Doctor,
represent one time for all the blunt
smokers)
Smokin weed
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah,
it's 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 proper
Let me next
blast derelicts, binaca
I'ma Star at War,
smoke blunts, don't Chew-bacca
The head banger
boogie for the marijuana shoppers
Lace the
tracks with stacks of artifacts
Make the
police arrest me for givin the cardiac
Cause
I'm the shitter, headbanger non-quitter
Twenty
blunt a day nigga, Landcruise whipper
I
represent, commence to beat an
instrument
Who's next to get that ass bent ten
percent
I make you boo pass off your jewels you
lose cause
(I am so cool... cool...
cool...)
React opponent, I Got Five On
It
Met some hoochie, now I got fifty-five on
it
With two Coronas, I dominate my
opponents
To the hardcore niggaz, keep on!
(motherfucker)

Chorus