歌曲 | Da Bump |
歌手 | Redman |
专辑 | Muddy Waters |
Intro: | |
Original rude bwoy... on your scene | |
Haha, ha ha ha! | |
Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on | |
Hahah | |
All you bitches drop your drawers... witcha stinkin ass (stinkin ass) | |
Just roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed) | |
Verse one: | |
Aiyyo, yes it's me the mc grand royal | |
Spittin that newcleus i suggest you jams on it | |
I'm not a role model i cracks the beck's bottle | |
Smoke blunts, play pretty mc's as sex models | |
So inhale exhale what you smell? | |
Derail the frail blind mc off my trail | |
If he use braille, see i never been touched | |
Regulate the street tactics then parlay in the cut | |
Uhhahhh, lay back and hit this while i shit this | |
Flip this, get some ass flow at long distance | |
And plus i pack nine inches in my britches | |
And keep an instant lit for the funky ass bitches | |
Newark, new jersey's on the map, ?comprende? | |
And confrontations start from the blunts and the reme | |
And if an-y, mc out there wanna test | |
Call my boy poppa c to put a slug in your vest | |
Chorus: [from _whut? thee album_; "tonight's tha night"] | |
Check, i walk around the street with the black tec nine | |
By the waistline, kickin the hype shit | |
So turn the volume up a notch | |
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop | |
(repeat 2x) | |
Verse two: | |
Owwww, shit i'm just one hip nigga | |
Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture | |
What i deliver, over tracks and rivers | |
Is making your lungs collapse and quiver, it's the | |
Ppp foundation in your ass | |
We be the bomb like that oklahoma blast | |
Then outlast, a few clowns, sounds | |
Raps, stay bein the mack like dru down | |
Ask me what i smoke and i say, "it's the method!" | |
Funk off the hook i leave shit disconnected! | |
What's the name of that town rollin up trees? | |
[jersey smokin up the bom ba zee!] | |
It don't stop, you better move slowly | |
I make that chest wet and cosy | |
Then dip lowkey like og's | |
Then inject that antidote to make you od | |
You know a better flower get the dough g and show me | |
I bet you i make em more pussy than jonsy *meow* | |
And show em how high i am just from the nosebleed (how high) | |
I keep it naughty by nature | |
Kick that rugged shit that maybelline could make-up, lace up | |
Interlude: | |
(yeah funk doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers) | |
Smokin weed | |
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah, it's how we do) | |
Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! (ooooohhhh!) | |
Smoke lalala (smoke lalala) | |
Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! (oooohhhhh!) | |
Smoke lalala (smoke lalala) | |
Verse three: | |
Funk doctor, got your ass locked down proper | |
Let me next blast derelicts, binaca | |
I'ma star at war, smoke blunts, don't chew-bacca | |
The head banger boogie for the marijuana shoppers | |
Lace the tracks with stacks of artifacts | |
Make the police arrest me for givin the cardiac | |
Cause i'm the shitter, headbanger non-quitter | |
Twenty blunt a day nigga, landcruise whipper | |
I represent, commence to beat an instrument | |
Who's next to get that ass bent ten percent | |
I make you boo pass off your jewels you lose cause | |
(i am so cool... cool... cool...) | |
React opponent, i got five on it | |
Met some hoochie, now i got fifty-five on it | |
With two coronas, i dominate my opponents | |
To the hardcore niggaz, keep on! (mother****er) | |
Chorus |
Intro: | |
Original rude bwoy... on your scene | |
Haha, ha ha ha! | |
Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on | |
Hahah | |
All you bitches drop your drawers... witcha stinkin ass stinkin ass | |
Just roll that weed roll that weed just roll that weed roll that weed | |
Verse one: | |
Aiyyo, yes it' s me the mc grand royal | |
Spittin that newcleus i suggest you jams on it | |
I' m not a role model i cracks the beck' s bottle | |
Smoke blunts, play pretty mc' s as sex models | |
So inhale exhale what you smell? | |
Derail the frail blind mc off my trail | |
If he use braille, see i never been touched | |
Regulate the street tactics then parlay in the cut | |
Uhhahhh, lay back and hit this while i shit this | |
Flip this, get some ass flow at long distance | |
And plus i pack nine inches in my britches | |
And keep an instant lit for the funky ass bitches | |
Newark, new jersey' s on the map, ? comprende? | |
And confrontations start from the blunts and the reme | |
And if any, mc out there wanna test | |
Call my boy poppa c to put a slug in your vest | |
Chorus: from _whut? thee album_ " tonight' s tha night" | |
Check, i walk around the street with the black tec nine | |
By the waistline, kickin the hype shit | |
So turn the volume up a notch | |
And watch the babump, babump, make your speakers pop | |
repeat 2x | |
Verse two: | |
Owwww, shit i' m just one hip nigga | |
Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture | |
What i deliver, over tracks and rivers | |
Is making your lungs collapse and quiver, it' s the | |
Ppp foundation in your ass | |
We be the bomb like that oklahoma blast | |
Then outlast, a few clowns, sounds | |
Raps, stay bein the mack like dru down | |
Ask me what i smoke and i say, " it' s the method!" | |
Funk off the hook i leave shit disconnected! | |
What' s the name of that town rollin up trees? | |
jersey smokin up the bom ba zee! | |
It don' t stop, you better move slowly | |
I make that chest wet and cosy | |
Then dip lowkey like og' s | |
Then inject that antidote to make you od | |
You know a better flower get the dough g and show me | |
I bet you i make em more pussy than jonsy meow | |
And show em how high i am just from the nosebleed how high | |
I keep it naughty by nature | |
Kick that rugged shit that maybelline could makeup, lace up | |
Interlude: | |
yeah funk doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers | |
Smokin weed | |
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, it' s how we do | |
Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! ooooohhhh! | |
Smoke lalala smoke lalala | |
Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! oooohhhhh! | |
Smoke lalala smoke lalala | |
Verse three: | |
Funk doctor, got your ass locked down proper | |
Let me next blast derelicts, binaca | |
I' ma star at war, smoke blunts, don' t chewbacca | |
The head banger boogie for the marijuana shoppers | |
Lace the tracks with stacks of artifacts | |
Make the police arrest me for givin the cardiac | |
Cause i' m the shitter, headbanger nonquitter | |
Twenty blunt a day nigga, landcruise whipper | |
I represent, commence to beat an instrument | |
Who' s next to get that ass bent ten percent | |
I make you boo pass off your jewels you lose cause | |
i am so cool... cool... cool... | |
React opponent, i got five on it | |
Met some hoochie, now i got fiftyfive on it | |
With two coronas, i dominate my opponents | |
To the hardcore niggaz, keep on! mother er | |
Chorus |