Kottonmouth Kings - Bump (radio remix edit) lyrics

Creep creep, I'm on the creep creep for the kind bud O.C. late night, rollin' in the V-Dub Sick of scrapin' resin so I'm lookin' for a sack All I learn, I'll head for burn BSO's got my back (right on, right on brother, blaze on Better rip that sh**, rip it) Yeah, this is that 1605 sh** The real Huntington Beach backyard f**in' garage style Bump, Bump, Bump That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk Said Bump, Bump, Bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f** Well I'm that pig that the b**hes talk about Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King 1605... (fool pa** me the bing) Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play You hear Humble Gods from a mile away All the heads are bobbin' cause the ba** is bumpin' D-Loc is mumblin'... (I gotta little somethin) Well then he pa**ed me a Hornet and I took a sip Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip Came to a halt at an intersection Turned up the music at my discretion D-Loc in the back saying, "What do I see? A jeep full of freaks just staring at me." D-Loc was right they was in the Range Rover Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over They got out the car and stepped to my side I said "Hello ladies let's take a ride I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man Daddy X,that's Rocky the Pimp So climb on in and don't be shy We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly Once again I said it my name's S-T It's just another day of a P-T-B" Come on, come on Bump, bump, bump That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk Said bump, bump, bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f** Said bump, bump, bump That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk Said bump, bump, bump Saint Dog putting down for the suburban pride... And I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5 Up early in the morning trying to survive A chump change, it's a shame with no education No inspiration, no destination But now my occupation is to do what I like Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic Cuz if I don't rock it then another s**er will And if you don't jock it then I can't pay the bill Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage (Hey!) Said Saint represent for the under age Same damn year, my face is up in rays Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks with a 12 gauge And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed Get me on the court my sk**s will put you in a maze T-T-T-Ticklin a twine all day Come on, come on Bump, Bump, Bump That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk Said Bump, Bump, Bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f** Said Bump, Bump, Bump That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk Said Bump, Bump, Bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f** Said Bump, Bump, Bump That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk Said Bump, Bump, Bump D-Loc's on the pipe rip rip's it up! It's the unpolitical, psychoan*lytical Undefeated champ that will stick you fool My style is crazy not wicka waaka lazy If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee) Plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy That sh**s in my system makes my life kinda hazy My momma, my poppa I think I should tell them The J got to my head, it f**ed up my cerebellum It's about time to compute your math Cuz my beats keep bumpin' like a seismograph See I've tripped before but never like this Straight to my mind put my brain on a bliss I won't fake the funk when I smokin' on da skunk That 40 bowl evil get my pink eye drunk And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced My flows are silky soft like I write and my lesson And now a lyricist, poetry in motion To each and to each I cause a commotion Cops smellin' money takin' off with my portion Farewell to all and to all good night I'll leave ya these beats to clear out all night Wait, Wait, Wait you said crib? That sh** will s** you up Get off the crib and rock the bump Come on, bump, bump, bump That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk Said bump, bump, bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f**! b*atch!!!