Boldy James, The Alchemist - Bumps & Bruises lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, The Alchemist - Bumps & Bruises lyrics]
What's all the fuss about? (227)
Made it jump, 137
(Hell block hully-gully, big fifty zone)
Touch up paint (ConCreatures)
Where we at? (Let's get it)
Made it jump, 137, pot whippin' duecies
Mobbin' with the goonies
Murky weather, block did me gloomy
Chopsticks and Uzis (Brr)
Dirty Dianas and bananas on them 47s
Plugged in with Ricky Ricardo
So we locked in with Lucy (Tied in)
Grandma told me to keep it up
I'ma cut short my blessings (I'm good, gaga)
Cuz hit me up for a QP, bro-bro want a cutie
(yeah) nephew want a half
Had to charge his ass the Doug Flutie
Plug threw me a half a slab of dog
You know he love Snoopy (Ayy)
Fed the puppy Scooby Snacks
Feds settin' up booby traps (Uh, huh)
Niggas never even knew he rapped 'til
He got out of juvie (Juvenile)
Unc' schooled me to the game
Now I play it unruly (Uh)
In the kitchen, whippin' 'caine
Tryna make it jump Judy (Skrrt)
Set it in some ice water, shock it
That's electrocution (Remix)
Had to pick my chain up from Johnny
So we met in Houston (No boostin')
I can't trust a soul, all these niggas Judas
(What else?)
Taught me to make more pros and less excuses
Where we at?
He stopped the bank and rolled the eights
Hate when he fail the deuces
Catchin' bodies to up his
Rank was dumb, deaf, and stupid
Blind to the facts, come to the 'jects
He always left 'em clueless
No blemish on his resume
Took all his bumps and bruises
They talk behind his back
Won't say it to his face
Still he quick to go out his
Way to make 'em feel exclusive
Can't even hear his self think
Tell 'em to kill the music
Domestic violence with that drank
It'll get real abusive
Threw a one on my shit, four hundred a grit
It's like the more that I teach you
The more dumber I get (Dumbass)
Piecin' out a thirty-six
(Blocks) , D-boy from the murder mitt
Risk versus reward
Don't equal out the reward versus the risk
(Straight shots) wrap it up in aluminum foil
Like a Hershey's Kiss (Re-rock)
Don't be scared to be last to shoot
Just don't be first to miss (Brr)
First through fifteenth, was servin' Fent'
I had to burn the strip (Fetty Wap)
Quick to put that bitch out on the
Stroll like she was turnin' tricks
Sauer in my Ksubis
Quick to bleed an officer on duty (227)
Put that on my gaga Maxine
And my grandmother Ruby (Gaga)
Fuckin' bougie bitches in the spig
Spin 'em with the quickness
Know she playin' for the wrong team
Lookin' too suspicious
Tryna hem my long jeans
I'm gettin' too big for my britches
(Blockworks) did the Funky Watusi
Want two-three for them blueskis (It's on)
Welcome home Double Roosi
He fresh out of the hoopski (Six-four)
Back on the six
He said that little duecey was a doozy
He stopped the bank and rolled the eights
Hate when he fail the deuces
Catchin' bodies to up his
Rank was dumb, deaf, and stupid
Blind to the facts, come to the 'jects
He always left 'em clueless
No blemish on his resume
Took all his bumps and bruises
They talk behind his back
Won't say it to his face
Still he quick to go out his
Way to make 'em feel exclusive
Can't even hear his self think
Tell 'em to kill the music
Domestic violence with that drank
It'll get real abusive
Hell block hully-gully big fifty zone
Made it jump, 137
(Hell block hully-gully, big fifty zone)
Touch up paint (ConCreatures)
Where we at? (Let's get it)
Made it jump, 137, pot whippin' duecies
Mobbin' with the goonies
Murky weather, block did me gloomy
Chopsticks and Uzis (Brr)
Dirty Dianas and bananas on them 47s
Plugged in with Ricky Ricardo
So we locked in with Lucy (Tied in)
Grandma told me to keep it up
I'ma cut short my blessings (I'm good, gaga)
Cuz hit me up for a QP, bro-bro want a cutie
(yeah) nephew want a half
Had to charge his ass the Doug Flutie
Plug threw me a half a slab of dog
You know he love Snoopy (Ayy)
Fed the puppy Scooby Snacks
Feds settin' up booby traps (Uh, huh)
Niggas never even knew he rapped 'til
He got out of juvie (Juvenile)
Unc' schooled me to the game
Now I play it unruly (Uh)
In the kitchen, whippin' 'caine
Tryna make it jump Judy (Skrrt)
Set it in some ice water, shock it
That's electrocution (Remix)
Had to pick my chain up from Johnny
So we met in Houston (No boostin')
I can't trust a soul, all these niggas Judas
(What else?)
Taught me to make more pros and less excuses
Where we at?
He stopped the bank and rolled the eights
Hate when he fail the deuces
Catchin' bodies to up his
Rank was dumb, deaf, and stupid
Blind to the facts, come to the 'jects
He always left 'em clueless
No blemish on his resume
Took all his bumps and bruises
They talk behind his back
Won't say it to his face
Still he quick to go out his
Way to make 'em feel exclusive
Can't even hear his self think
Tell 'em to kill the music
Domestic violence with that drank
It'll get real abusive
Threw a one on my shit, four hundred a grit
It's like the more that I teach you
The more dumber I get (Dumbass)
Piecin' out a thirty-six
(Blocks) , D-boy from the murder mitt
Risk versus reward
Don't equal out the reward versus the risk
(Straight shots) wrap it up in aluminum foil
Like a Hershey's Kiss (Re-rock)
Don't be scared to be last to shoot
Just don't be first to miss (Brr)
First through fifteenth, was servin' Fent'
I had to burn the strip (Fetty Wap)
Quick to put that bitch out on the
Stroll like she was turnin' tricks
Sauer in my Ksubis
Quick to bleed an officer on duty (227)
Put that on my gaga Maxine
And my grandmother Ruby (Gaga)
Fuckin' bougie bitches in the spig
Spin 'em with the quickness
Know she playin' for the wrong team
Lookin' too suspicious
Tryna hem my long jeans
I'm gettin' too big for my britches
(Blockworks) did the Funky Watusi
Want two-three for them blueskis (It's on)
Welcome home Double Roosi
He fresh out of the hoopski (Six-four)
Back on the six
He said that little duecey was a doozy
He stopped the bank and rolled the eights
Hate when he fail the deuces
Catchin' bodies to up his
Rank was dumb, deaf, and stupid
Blind to the facts, come to the 'jects
He always left 'em clueless
No blemish on his resume
Took all his bumps and bruises
They talk behind his back
Won't say it to his face
Still he quick to go out his
Way to make 'em feel exclusive
Can't even hear his self think
Tell 'em to kill the music
Domestic violence with that drank
It'll get real abusive
Hell block hully-gully big fifty zone