作词 : Bonner, Fareed, Jones ...
chorus: We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6X) 
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump 
Bump-da-bump-da-bump 
Q-Tip: Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war 
The MCs are really lost and it's at a big cost 
We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough 
Movin throught every town off the fumes of... 
And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud 
Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these...sound loud 
Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant 
It's the rapper 
Abstract that make the joint get amped 
Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true 
Yo, we gotta do the do 
Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit) 
Representin they crews or they 
East-West clicks 
Let me tell everybody from coast to coast 
About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack 
How the (****) we movin through makin moves like that? 
How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that? 
Can you explain that? 
I doubt that, very highly 
We got jewels and 
Mo and the life is tight rowdy 
Everybody lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee 
Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties 
I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties) 
And they all stressin me, yo, really? 
What really goes on? (James Brown: I don't know) chorus: 
Q-Tip: One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme 
Three is for the life, now we on this incline 
Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine 
Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime 
A few of my brothas did that asshole one time 
Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime 
The three twenty-five got that 
Windex shine 
And when I shot skelly, 
I had boxes and lines 
All I wanna do is live life and be fair 
I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair 
Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair 
God will never make it too hard for me to bare 
I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse 
Some can count me out, but yo, 
I doubt that 
I lose The 
Westernized world got our minds confused 
You frontin on me, ak, then you don't get bruised 
The funny style cats, they be playin games like 
Chucky Government officials shoot their same old... 
Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky 
Stiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funky 
This the crap game, then we got the top rolls 
The positive jumps the negative like frogs 
Resentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgue 
We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg 
You still lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee 
Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties 
I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties) 
And they all stressin me...really chorus: