Freddie Foxxx, M.O.P., Billy Danze - Bumpy Bring it Home lyrics

Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
In the headphones for me

You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
Sendin this out to my niggas
All them hardcore street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx baby
That's right, Diamond D baby

Whoever thought that I'd be
Mr lyrical flows nice
Like sunsets on the Rio Grande
Pointing at the sisters checkin
Out their can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas
That listen to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sounds'll bump China
Even in Japan they know, I'm the otoko
Spit at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones
I blast past them slow gas ones


See, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it
These niggas need it
I dissect your verses like
Science class frogs
I see your rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet
For Michelle Pfeiffer
See Freddie Foxxx ain't wit that
My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper
The mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin
It's not my fault that niggas listen to me
And wanna rob shit
Cuz I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you recognize
What you see before you
Eyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been layin it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with
My burner cocked slayin it
And I ain't seen nothing that
Could make me believe
There's a nigga rappin liver than me
You feel me

You in a class of your own
Bumpy's in the zone
Leave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
Now, Bumpy bring it home!

I wore Rolex watches and alligator shoes
When niggas thought devil jeans
Was the big news
I had fifty miles on my brand new Benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique your rhyme
It just was all right
Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple
Make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right to the brain
Is what you felt son
Then I take off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is
What a true real mic rippin is
See, fake niggas can't make it
Hard for real niggas cuz
There's no defense for the truth
So what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it
Real niggas always prevail
Just like a fake nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale
Until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch
You just a rap pussy
You comin just a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at
12 O'Clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black
Navi with them Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight
The new Bumpy shit is like the
New Jordans when they come out
Got emcees rappin wit they gun out
Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy
Send love to my nigga Tweety
And can you feel me

I'm to the mic what stick up
Kids is to dark alleys
What Slick Rick is to Bally's
What played out NY niggas is to Cali
Runnin from the ill shit
I do what record labels don't like
The real shit money is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on stage with that bullshit
Get hand wiped up i be up in your crib
With my two black sigs in your ribs
Takin everything you got to give
The black Robin Hood I rock for
Niggas that can't afford Rolies
Ridin around and in tagged up stolies
I keep the truth like the Holy Qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, best attack
Hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some empirical shit
Now I'm in flipmode
I got my gun in your brain
And make you run you ch ch ch
Cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club
I keep it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest
Wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your
Body like real soul
James Brown or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters
When Diamond D blessed me I
Had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true thugs can thug shit