Lyrics:
to take her by me
Get on the floor, make it bump more, shake it mami
Let's ride, I'm your Clyde, you can be my Bonnie
See you the type for me, mami so
to take her by me
Get on the floor, make it bump more, shake it mami
Let's ride, I'm your Clyde, you can be my Bonnie
See you the type for me, mami so
"Hey. Nice to meet ya
Do you wanna get high?
I am your speaker
Let's go for a ride
Let me set the pace;
Two tickets out this place
Let me get you
make your booty go bump, bump
You got a whole lot a junk in your trunk, trunk (Come on)
Girls shake your booty don't stop, stop (Yep)
Turn around
the vibe
They never been on a realer ride
Just
Runnin up, let's turn it up til they know
Ya feelin the wrath of the rump then bump in ya trunk
Ya
to
For me to ride to
Fly by to
Subwoofers keep shaking my rearview
Beatin up my truuunk
In my trunk
I like muzik dat
Bump bump bu bump bump bump
Bu bump
you never shoot ya shot
Then you'll never have your moment
The chase for the glory graces for me
Embracing what I put my faith in
Company around me will
catching plays when in ya section yessirr
Like fuck a speed bump change direction
I make em sick like and infection
My lil hoe thick ass fat
And when I smack
the finest stoner bitch in the nation
And I put that on circa like my mothafuckin life
Til death do us part she?s my bud smoking wife
[Talk]
{Potluck}
She
the finest stoner bitch in the nation
And I put that on circa like my mothafuckin life
Til death do us part she?s my bud smoking wife
[Talk]
{Potluck}
She
of drama
So I cover up my nose
The faces like film leavin' out too long, gets overexposed
Getting praised by magazines
From the girlfriends in my clothes
Just like Pauline you all-in
Oh
Brace yourself, I'm the ace with grace
I'ma win the race and make you feel disgrace
In any case, yo, I'm moving
my baby, oh what's up
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk
We gon' ride ride ride, down to Mexico
You can see the bad man, I caught him,
it to ya real. That shit they kill wit is nice as on suga hill.|Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. Im a pimp
Now who say Dog Boy only come
in a reggae fashion?!
My Mom say "Never Judge a Book by
It's Cover."
Turn the page to discover,
You got the reggae
we ride, all night, all day
Eastside, we ride, all night, all day!
On the Eastside
Putting bodies in the trunk, trunk!
In the night we go bump, bump
In the Benz they (bump & grindin')
Everybody (bump & grindin')
[Outro: Inspectah Deck]
That's right, Phantom of the Beat, ya'll
We make hits for
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Wuuuuuuuu! Yo
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
We keep (bump & grindin') we keep
We keep (bump & grindin') yeah
In the 'Jects stay
back that spark
Don't hesitate
And you believe me
Ya bitch believe me
Bump
Bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by...)
Bump (Too much rump
Living life jumping to jump up
Bump up feeling like am I on a pogo
Grab the mic time to get fuck up
Independent from day one ride solo
Living life
to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move
I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise
Spank the corner in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low
you lift your dead weight follow me
Say you get your headaches by the beach, oh
Now you got your license for the week
Potluck baby
Hidden in
of the rump then bump in ya trunk
Ya feelin' the wrath of the rump then bump in ya trunk
Ya feelin' the wrath of the rump then bump in ya trunk
In the trunk,
it to ya real. That shit they kill wit is nice as on suga hill.|Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. Im a pimp
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