Rosa Parks

Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you want to bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you want to bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these players, thought we was absent We takin' another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties Damn we the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you want to bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you want to bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what that's one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure Andre, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't coming with it But I'm with ya you cause you probably going through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jamming but examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote That I want to hear when I'm going down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skipping and slowing down All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you want to bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you want to bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk