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Each Now who say Dog Boy only come in a reggae fashion? |
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Hey Mon' say never judge a book by it's cover, turn the page to discover |
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You got the reggae on one and 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 hits 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 it in two |
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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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Capishe (?), cuz you don't know |
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I'll give it to my friend, no, 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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Forward the plan, forward, the mission |
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Here we go again, bump 2000 |
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Bump bump, you know how the sound flows |
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Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know |
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Bump bump, Babylon beware |
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We got one microphone for the world to share |
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(??) on the ears of America |
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(??) few selects infiltrates all areas |
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(??) upon the mic, released upon America |
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I got a '85 Caddy with the Clarion Amp |
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With some 10s 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 |
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With the little bitty 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, hit the clutch and revved |
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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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Forward the plan, forward the mission |
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Here we go again, bump 2000 |
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Bump bump, you know how the sound flows |
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Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know |
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Bump bump, Babylon beware |
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We got one microphone for the world to share |
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(??) Jamaica island of the songs |
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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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When the rhythm hit, it become anthem |
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(??) have no car, we take many car, mon |
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We drive around (??) ragamuffin |
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(??) trees at the window, now wicked rhythm |
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Come along for the ride through Jamaican countryside |
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When it come to music, lord we love it |
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Any style we can (??) |
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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, ice water rips are cleaner |
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Push the bud down with my finger, then I snapped a load |
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The bud i got is meaner, felony no misdemeanor |
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Got a Beamer same as Zingers, with the system full blown |
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Daddy X, correct, who'd you expect? |
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The man slinging necks on the bottle connects |
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What'd you think X is for ecstasy? |
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Is that why the fuckers 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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Nah no thing, 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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Forward the plan, forward, the mission |
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Here we go again, bump 2000 |
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Bump bump, you know how the sound flows |
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Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know |
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Bump bump, Babylon beware |
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We got one microphone for the world to share |
