Da Bump

Original rude bowy on your scene Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on All you bitches drop your drawers witcha stinkin' ass Just roll that weed, roll that weed Just roll that weed, roll that weed Ayo, yes, it's me the MC Grand Royal You 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 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 any MC out there wanna test Call my boy, Poppa C to put a slug in your vest Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit So turn the volume up a notch And watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit So turn the volume up a notch And watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop Ow, 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 makin' 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 bombazee 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 O.D. You know a better flower get the dough, G and show me? I bet you, I make 'em more pussy than Josie And show 'em 'How High I am' just from the nosebleed I keep it 'Naughty By Nature' Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace up Yeah, Funk Doctor, represent one time For all the blunt smokers smokin' weed (Yeah yeah, yeah, that's how we do) Let me hear you go ooh (ooh) Smoke lalala (smoke lalala) Let me hear you go ooh (ooh) Smoke lalala (smoke lalala) Funk Doctor got your ass locked down proper Let me next blast derelicts, binaca I'ma star at war, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca 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, head banger, non-quitter 20 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 your boo pass off your jewels, you lose 'Cause I am so cool React up on it, 'I got five on it' Met some hoochie, now I got 55 on it With two Coronas, I dominate my opponents To the hardcore niggas, keep on, motherfucker Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit So turn the volume up a notch And watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit So turn the volume up a notch And watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit