Bump

(Intro):<br>Creep, creep, I`m on the creep<br>The creep for the kind bud<br>O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub<br>Sick of scraping resin so I`m looking for a sack<br>All I learn, I`ll head for burn<br>BSO`s got my back<br>Right on, right on brother, blaze on<br>You better rip that shit, rip it<br>It`s that 1605 shit, real hunnington beats<br>Backyard fucking, garage style<br><br>(Chorus):<br>Bump, bump, bump<br>That`s the sound of the fifteens while they`re hitting in my trunk<br>Said bump, bump, bump<br>We`re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don`t give a fuck<br><br>(Verse) Saint Dog:<br>Well I`m that kid that the bitches talk about<br>Saint`s what they shout, you got all the clout<br>A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605 (fool pass me the thing)<br>Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play<br>You hear humble gods from a mile away<br>All the heads are bobbing because the base is bumping<br>D-Loc is mumbling, (I got a little something)<br>Well he passed me a hornet and I took a sip<br>Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip<br>Came to halt at an intersection<br>Turned up the music at my discretion<br>D-Loc in the back said what do I see<br>A jeep full of freaks just staring at me<br>D-Loc was right, they were in a range rover<br>Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over<br>They got out the car and stepped to my side<br>I said, hello ladies let`s take a ride<br>I`m Saint Dog, that`s D-Loc the man<br>Daddy X is the one that`s driving the van<br>So climb on in and don`t be shy<br>We`re gonna close the doors and let the games be fly<br>Once again I said it, my name`s ST<br>It`s just another day of a P-T-B<br>Come on, come on<br><br>(Chorus)x2<br><br>Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride<br><br>(Verse) Saint Dog:<br>I was living my life on a nine to five<br>Up early in the morning trying to survive<br>Chump change, it`s a shame, with no education<br>No inspiration, no destination,<br>But now my occupation is to do what I like<br>Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic<br>Because if I don`t rock it, then another sucker will<br>And if you don`t jock it, then I can`t pay the bills<br>Trick Daddy X threw me out on stage<br>Said Saint, represent for the underage<br>Same damn year, my face is up and raised<br>Got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gauge<br><br>D-Loc:<br>No Saint dog, I hunt ducks with a twelve gauge<br>And when I`m on the stage, yes I get get real blazed<br>Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze<br>T-T-T-twicking a twine all day<br>Come on, come on<br><br>(Chorus)x3<br><br>D-Loc`s on the mic, rip rip shit up<br><br>(Verse) D-Loc:<br>It`s the unpolitical, psychoanalytical,<br>Undefeated Champ that will stick you fool<br>My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy<br>If you chill with me I`ll be sure to (blaze thee)<br>Plant you in the ground, let you drift like a daisy<br>That shit`s in my system makes my life kind of hazy<br>My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them<br>The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum<br>It`s about time to compute your math<br>Because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph<br>See I`ve tripped before, but never like this<br>Straight to my mind, put my brain in a bliss<br>I wont fake the funk, when I`m smoking on a skunk<br>That forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk<br>And like Micky Mantle, I can switch my stance<br>I`m a supercharged baller that`s electrically enhanced<br>My flows are silky soft, like I`m writing them in lotion<br>And I`m a lyricist, that`s poetry in motion<br>To each town, to each house, I cause mass commmotion<br>?????? take it all for my potion<br>Farewell to all and to all goodnight<br>I`m leaving these ??? out all night<br>Wait wait wait you said ??? that shit will suck you up<br>Get off the ??? and rock the bump<br>Come on<br><br>(Chorus)x1<br><br>Biotch!