Song | Bump Bump |
Artist | Prince Po |
Album | The Slickness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Baskerville, Jackson | |
(feat. Raekwon) | |
[Intro: Raekwon (Prince Po)] | |
Time to establish, you know how it's going down (Yeah) Word up | |
What up Prince Po, what up baby? (Yeah) | |
Shallah Raekwon, Lex Diamond, let's get it to 'em | |
[Chorus: Prince Po (Raekwon) {both}] | |
{Aiyo, come through} Come on | |
You know we do it big girl, don't front front | |
(Get dipped, tell your friends, we got the bump bump) | |
The what? (the bump bump) | |
The what? (the bump bump) | |
The what? (the bump bump) | |
The what? (the bump bump) what | |
{Come through} We get it crackin' dog, don't front front, yeah | |
{Givin' hummin' in the Benz} (We got the) {bump bump} | |
The what? (the bump bump) | |
The what? (the bump bump) | |
The what? (the bump bump) | |
The what? (the bump bump) | |
[Prince Po] | |
Its a wrap slick, still on point, like a cactus | |
It's that new Prince Po shit, get at this | |
Mami's love to mack this, breakers do back flips | |
We buggin' in the club, in the cut like cat piss | |
It's hood love, baby, give my sounds to blackness | |
Eight kids are under the mattress, for survival tactics | |
Ma, don't try to ride with no practice | |
Hit up til you heat up skeet, and your body collapses | |
Girl, I can't help it, I'm nasty | |
Put in a lot of work, so my hands stay ashy | |
Stack and cop, houses to land, machines is classy | |
Diamonds is hollerin', and sayin' you got some greens to pass me, so | |
[Chorus] | |
[Raekwon] | |
Word to my Nike Airs, I been reved years ago | |
How many years a nigga done blessed, here's the flow | |
Word up, magazine, chrome gats, all in my backs | |
So many live niggaz, all day high niggaz and grown bats | |
Play the hood, stay in the hood | |
Display mad '88, gettin' weight, Rae and them good | |
Play the rooftop, black caught her, quarter in my pocket | |
Hit the booth up, blow like shorty got a rocket | |
So much talent to spray, me, I never leave | |
Stand there, get my money, let fam breath | |
Connect like opposites, blow like tropical weed | |
Hit Hawaii up, ****in' in the cockpits | |
[Chorus] | |
[Prince Po] | |
Fried chicken, ghetto funk, mic control | |
Young thelonious monk, still ice cold | |
Teen and meanin' the collard greens, stomp through the jungle | |
Lambs shakin' they amps, catch up if you want to | |
Got you on the lean, like wits, murk you through Queens | |
Dippin' in between your lanes, like we crumbs, in the seats seems | |
You ride with pros, Rae and Po, straight hoe's, meet in Paris for shows | |
Funked dub it like a dunk from Shaq, down low | |
Nasty habits, Prince Po, Madlib, beg for blows | |
Straight gully like the seventy's, heavy for sure | |
Aiyo 'Lib, they small fries, we Big Macs to go | |
Adrenaline pumpin', we got it jumpin' dog, it's nothin' | |
Carnivores, man huntin', once we start dumpin' the duke | |
For the love of your life, stop frontin' | |
Might hit up your click tonight, we havin' a little somethin', so | |
[Chorus] | |
[Outro: Raekwon] | |
Ya'll know how it go down, y'all know how it go down | |
Lex Diamond, Prince Po (you know what I'm sayin?) | |
We the illest niggaz, yo (you tell a wack rapper, that, youknowhatimsayin | |
Word up, you knowhatimsayin? Watch them Uncle Peaches ass niggaz, you | |
Knowhatimsayin?) | |
Chuck Berry haircut ass niggaz out there, yo, word |
zuo qu : Baskerville, Jackson | |
feat. Raekwon | |
Intro: Raekwon Prince Po | |
Time to establish, you know how it' s going down Yeah Word up | |
What up Prince Po, what up baby? Yeah | |
Shallah Raekwon, Lex Diamond, let' s get it to ' em | |
Chorus: Prince Po Raekwon both | |
Aiyo, come through Come on | |
You know we do it big girl, don' t front front | |
Get dipped, tell your friends, we got the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump what | |
Come through We get it crackin' dog, don' t front front, yeah | |
Givin' hummin' in the Benz We got the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
Prince Po | |
Its a wrap slick, still on point, like a cactus | |
It' s that new Prince Po shit, get at this | |
Mami' s love to mack this, breakers do back flips | |
We buggin' in the club, in the cut like cat piss | |
It' s hood love, baby, give my sounds to blackness | |
Eight kids are under the mattress, for survival tactics | |
Ma, don' t try to ride with no practice | |
Hit up til you heat up skeet, and your body collapses | |
Girl, I can' t help it, I' m nasty | |
Put in a lot of work, so my hands stay ashy | |
Stack and cop, houses to land, machines is classy | |
Diamonds is hollerin', and sayin' you got some greens to pass me, so | |
Chorus | |
Raekwon | |
Word to my Nike Airs, I been reved years ago | |
How many years a nigga done blessed, here' s the flow | |
Word up, magazine, chrome gats, all in my backs | |
So many live niggaz, all day high niggaz and grown bats | |
Play the hood, stay in the hood | |
Display mad ' 88, gettin' weight, Rae and them good | |
Play the rooftop, black caught her, quarter in my pocket | |
Hit the booth up, blow like shorty got a rocket | |
So much talent to spray, me, I never leave | |
Stand there, get my money, let fam breath | |
Connect like opposites, blow like tropical weed | |
Hit Hawaii up, in' in the cockpits | |
Chorus | |
Prince Po | |
Fried chicken, ghetto funk, mic control | |
Young thelonious monk, still ice cold | |
Teen and meanin' the collard greens, stomp through the jungle | |
Lambs shakin' they amps, catch up if you want to | |
Got you on the lean, like wits, murk you through Queens | |
Dippin' in between your lanes, like we crumbs, in the seats seems | |
You ride with pros, Rae and Po, straight hoe' s, meet in Paris for shows | |
Funked dub it like a dunk from Shaq, down low | |
Nasty habits, Prince Po, Madlib, beg for blows | |
Straight gully like the seventy' s, heavy for sure | |
Aiyo ' Lib, they small fries, we Big Macs to go | |
Adrenaline pumpin', we got it jumpin' dog, it' s nothin' | |
Carnivores, man huntin', once we start dumpin' the duke | |
For the love of your life, stop frontin' | |
Might hit up your click tonight, we havin' a little somethin', so | |
Chorus | |
Outro: Raekwon | |
Ya' ll know how it go down, y' all know how it go down | |
Lex Diamond, Prince Po you know what I' m sayin? | |
We the illest niggaz, yo you tell a wack rapper, that, youknowhatimsayin | |
Word up, you knowhatimsayin? Watch them Uncle Peaches ass niggaz, you | |
Knowhatimsayin? | |
Chuck Berry haircut ass niggaz out there, yo, word |
zuò qǔ : Baskerville, Jackson | |
feat. Raekwon | |
Intro: Raekwon Prince Po | |
Time to establish, you know how it' s going down Yeah Word up | |
What up Prince Po, what up baby? Yeah | |
Shallah Raekwon, Lex Diamond, let' s get it to ' em | |
Chorus: Prince Po Raekwon both | |
Aiyo, come through Come on | |
You know we do it big girl, don' t front front | |
Get dipped, tell your friends, we got the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump what | |
Come through We get it crackin' dog, don' t front front, yeah | |
Givin' hummin' in the Benz We got the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
The what? the bump bump | |
Prince Po | |
Its a wrap slick, still on point, like a cactus | |
It' s that new Prince Po shit, get at this | |
Mami' s love to mack this, breakers do back flips | |
We buggin' in the club, in the cut like cat piss | |
It' s hood love, baby, give my sounds to blackness | |
Eight kids are under the mattress, for survival tactics | |
Ma, don' t try to ride with no practice | |
Hit up til you heat up skeet, and your body collapses | |
Girl, I can' t help it, I' m nasty | |
Put in a lot of work, so my hands stay ashy | |
Stack and cop, houses to land, machines is classy | |
Diamonds is hollerin', and sayin' you got some greens to pass me, so | |
Chorus | |
Raekwon | |
Word to my Nike Airs, I been reved years ago | |
How many years a nigga done blessed, here' s the flow | |
Word up, magazine, chrome gats, all in my backs | |
So many live niggaz, all day high niggaz and grown bats | |
Play the hood, stay in the hood | |
Display mad ' 88, gettin' weight, Rae and them good | |
Play the rooftop, black caught her, quarter in my pocket | |
Hit the booth up, blow like shorty got a rocket | |
So much talent to spray, me, I never leave | |
Stand there, get my money, let fam breath | |
Connect like opposites, blow like tropical weed | |
Hit Hawaii up, in' in the cockpits | |
Chorus | |
Prince Po | |
Fried chicken, ghetto funk, mic control | |
Young thelonious monk, still ice cold | |
Teen and meanin' the collard greens, stomp through the jungle | |
Lambs shakin' they amps, catch up if you want to | |
Got you on the lean, like wits, murk you through Queens | |
Dippin' in between your lanes, like we crumbs, in the seats seems | |
You ride with pros, Rae and Po, straight hoe' s, meet in Paris for shows | |
Funked dub it like a dunk from Shaq, down low | |
Nasty habits, Prince Po, Madlib, beg for blows | |
Straight gully like the seventy' s, heavy for sure | |
Aiyo ' Lib, they small fries, we Big Macs to go | |
Adrenaline pumpin', we got it jumpin' dog, it' s nothin' | |
Carnivores, man huntin', once we start dumpin' the duke | |
For the love of your life, stop frontin' | |
Might hit up your click tonight, we havin' a little somethin', so | |
Chorus | |
Outro: Raekwon | |
Ya' ll know how it go down, y' all know how it go down | |
Lex Diamond, Prince Po you know what I' m sayin? | |
We the illest niggaz, yo you tell a wack rapper, that, youknowhatimsayin | |
Word up, you knowhatimsayin? Watch them Uncle Peaches ass niggaz, you | |
Knowhatimsayin? | |
Chuck Berry haircut ass niggaz out there, yo, word |