| Now who say Dog Boy only come
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| In a reggae fashion?!
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| My Mom say «Never Judge a Book by
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| It’s Cover.»
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| Turn the page to discover
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| You got the reggae on one and
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| The punk rock ragamuffin on the other
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| Richter!!!
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| You know it’s time to leave my house, so I slid out the door
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| Had this hole in my pocket so my sack hit the floor
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| Now this ain’t nothing new I’ve had these jeans for years
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| Hopped into my bus and started banging the gears
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| Took it on the redline then I slapped into
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| Reached in-between my seats and I pulled out another brew
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| But now I’m 5−0-2 it ain’t the route for me
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| So I grab some chicken littles from KFC
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| I’ma go to Mickey D’s get a burger with some cheese
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| Discuss these plans how I’m flippin' these keys
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| Capisce, a cuz a cuz you don’t' know him
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| I’ll give it to my friend, know him, we spilt the door
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| Back in the bus we puffs, kept rollin'
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| Scoot Dog Boy, Daddy X is holdin'
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| There go the potion look you’re frozen
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| Damn this bud’s good
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| Forward The Plan
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| Forward The Mission
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| You know how the sound flows
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| Yo it’s like that you know
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| Babylon beware we got one microphone for the world to share!
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| I got a '85 caddy with the Clarion Amp
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| With some 10's in the trunk for punks who wanna bump my shit
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| Bang, rattle your chest and brain
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| Frame by frame rearrange your shit
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| Adjust your amps and your shit might hit
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| Don’t quit to the beat, the bass gets deeper
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| Listen to the tones as they crush your speakers with the little thump
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| Well yup I’m still drunk with the humps in the trunk
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| You hear the Kottonmouth Kings yellin' out BUMP! | 
| BUMP!
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| I flew through a yellow then I ran a red
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| Grabbed a bev saw a cop then hit the clutch and breath
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| Knew I had to slow down so I smoked a bowl
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| Picked up D-Loc and told him start to roll
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| Freeway was packed so I paid the toll
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| Four joints later my bus was fishbowled
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| Forward The Plan
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| Forward The Mission
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| You know how the sound flows
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| Yo it’s like that you know
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| Babylon beware we got one microphone for the world to share!
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| Jamaica island of the sounds
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| And all you ever hear is the bass and drum
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| I said the ???
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| ??? | 
| ragamuffin
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| ??? | 
| wicked rhythm
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| ??? | 
| ride through Jamacian countryside
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| When it come to music lord we love it
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| Any style we ???
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| Bump 2000 lord here we come again
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| First time around we rock all across the land
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| How’s that sound with the tick and the bump
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| I puff the skunk while I’m settin' off alarms
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| EQ my Mid so my highs don’t twitch
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| I drop bombs while your sounds blown to shit
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| I like to sip on my binger
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| Ice water rips are cleaner
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| Push the bowl down with my finger
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| Then i snapped a load
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| The bud i got is meaner
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| Felony no misdemeanor
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| Got a Beamer same as Zingers'
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| With the system full blown
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| Daddy X, correct, Who’d You Expect?
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| The mans ??? | 
| connect
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| X is for ecstasy
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| Is that why the fucker’s standing next to me
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| Or is it because I’m a Kottonmouth King
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| With pounds and pounds and pounds of Florida keif
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| Naw no thang smoke ring coinsure
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| You’ll never find my bong water dirty like the sewer
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| Forward The Plan
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| Forward The Mission
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| Here We Go Again, Bump 2000
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| You know how the sound flows
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| Yo it’s like that you know
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| BUMP BUMP!
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| Babylon beware we got one microphone for the world to share |