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Bumpin'
140
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bumpin' was released on May 5, 2009 by Scale-A-Ton Entertainment as a part of the album Scale-A-Ton
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Release DateMay 5, 2009
LabelScale-A-Ton Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Producer

Lyrics

I'm about to crank this shit the fuck up
Yeah!
Callin' all my riders out there
Whether you ridin' on old schools or new schools
22s, 18s, 24s, 28s
30s, 26s, whatever
Even if you got the new 40s
Crank that shit up, ****, let's motherfuckin' ride!
Ride, ****, ride, ****
Ride, ****, ride
Roll, ****, roll, ****
Roll, ****, roll
Smoke, ****, smoke, ****
Smoke, ****, smoke
Roll, ****, roll, ****
Roll, ****, roll
Four-fifteens got me bu-bu-bu-bu-bumpin'
Hit the air vents got me ju-ju-jumpin'
Four-fifteens got me bu-bu-bu-bu-bumpin'
Hit the air vents got me ju-ju-jumpin'
Drop it down low in spots of the concrete
Fire comin' out the tailpipe like I'm grease
Stash spot in the ride, nobody know
Sealed off so the dogs can't smell the dope
Plus, I got two H&Ks in there
**** better keep that in mind 'fore they stare
Plus, there's what they call killer in the air
It smell like Fruit Looms when you get in here
Bitch, lay back and let down your hair (Ho!)
We 'bout to watch some porn on my DVD player (Ho!)
Rollin' blunt of kush, bust a raw off the top
I did all this in the club parkin' lot, parkin' lot
Ride, ****, ride, ****
Ride, ****, ride
Roll, ****, roll, ****
Roll, ****, roll
Smoke, ****, smoke, ****
Smoke, ****, smoke
Roll, ****, roll, ****
Roll, ****, roll
Four-fifteens got me bu-bu-bu-bu-bumpin'
Hit the air vents got me ju-ju-jumpin'
Four-fifteens got me bu-bu-bu-bu-bumpin'
Hit the air vents got me ju-ju-jumpin'
Yeah, I hit the strip in reverse, the whole strip in reverse
One thing I don't do is let my money go reverse
I hit the strip in reverse, the whole strip in reverse
One thing I don't do is let my money go reverse
My color's two-toned from front black to back white
My front rims black and my back rims white
Everybody already know I love that white
'Cause if it ain't white, trick, it ain't right
Unless it's that green, then I still like it light
Syrup in a pill bottle, twisted that tight
I once taped it to my nuts on the Cali flight
Tryna take it to my Memphis hood so we could ignite
Ridin' downtown ten minutes after midnight
Thick bitches, ass big like a deer in headlights
Jaws drop, cars and broads stop like we at a stoplight
****, we own the night, you know I'm right
'Cause we the highlight, yeah
Ride, ****, ride, ****
Ride, ****, ride
Roll, ****, roll, ****
Roll, ****, roll
Smoke, ****, smoke, ****
Smoke, ****, smoke
Roll, ****, roll, ****
Roll, ****, roll
Four-fifteens got me bu-bu-bu-bu-bumpin'
Hit the air vents got me ju-ju-jumpin'
Four-fifteens got me bu-bu-bu-bu-bumpin'
Hit the air vents got me ju-ju-jumpin'
Written by: DJ Paul
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