Da Bump Lyrics
| Song | Da Bump |
| Artist | Redman |
| Album | Muddy Waters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
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