bump lyrics – kottonmouth kings

creep creep, i’m on the creep creep for the kind bud
o.c. late night, rollin’ in the v-dub
sick of scr*pin’ 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*t, rip it)

yeah, this is that 1605 sh*t
the real huntington beach backyard f*ckin’ 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*ck

well i’m that pig that the b*tches talk about
saint’s what they shout, you got all the clout
a day in the life of a kottonmouth king
1605… (fool p*ss 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 b*ss is b*mpin’
d-loc is mumblin’… (i gotta little somethin)
well then he p*ssed me a h*rnet 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 “h*llo 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, b*mp, b*mp
that’s the sounds of the 50’s while they hittin’ in my trunk
said b*mp, b*mp, b*mp
we’re the kottonmouth kings and we don’t give a f*ck
said b*mp, b*mp, b*mp
that’s the sounds of the 50’s while they hittin’ in my trunk
said b*mp, b*mp, b*mp
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 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 d*mn 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 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*ck
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*ck
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, psycho*n*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*ts 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*cked up my cerebellum
it’s about time to compute your math
cuz my beats keep b*mpin’ 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*t will suck you up
get off the crib and rock the b*mp

come on, b*mp, b*mp, b*mp,
that’s the sounds of the 50’s while they hittin’ in my trunk
said b*mp, b*mp, b*mp
we’re the kottonmouth kings and we don’t give a f*ck!

biatch!

/ kottonmouth kings lyrics