Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bump, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song Greatest Highs, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 14.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Compilation
Song language: English
Bump |
| 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 |
| Better rip that shit, rip it |
| Yeah, this is that 1605 shit |
| The real Huntington Beach backyard fuckin' garage style |
| Bump, Bump, Bump |
| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk |
| Said Bump, Bump, Bump |
| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck |
| Well I’m that pig that the bitches talk about |
| Saint’s what they shout, you got all the clout |
| A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King |
| 1605… (fool pass 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 bass is bumpin' |
| D-Loc is mumblin'… (I gotta little somethin) |
| Well then he passed 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 of 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 is the one that’s driving the van |
| 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 |
| Bump, Bump, Bump |
| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk |
| Said Bump, Bump, Bump |
| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck |
| 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 |
| 'cause if I don’t rock it then another sucker 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 skills will put you in amaze |
| T-T-T-Tickin a twine all day |
| Bump, Bump, Bump, |
| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk |
| Said Bump, Bump, Bump |
| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck |
| Said Bump, Bump, Bump, |
| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk |
| Said Bump, Bump, Bump |
| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck |
| Said Bump, Bump, Bump, |
| That’s the sounds of the 15'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, psychoanalytical |
| Undefeated champ that will stick you fool |
| My style is crazy not wooka 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 shits 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 fucked up my cerebellum |
| It’s about time to compute your math |
| 'cause 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??? |
| out all night. |
| Wait, Wait, Wait you said??? |
| that shit will suck you up |
| Get off the??? |
| and rock the bump |
| Bump, bump, bump, |
| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk |
| Said bump, bump, bump |
| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck! |
| Biatch! |