Da Bump

Ayo, 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

Ugghh, lay back and hit this while I shit this

Flip this schizo ass flow at long-distance

And plus, I pack nine inches in my britches

And keep a instant lit for the funky-ass bitches

Newark, New Jersey's on the map, comprende?

And confrontations start from the blunts and the Rémy

And if any MC out there wanna test

Call my boy Papa C to put a slug in your vest

Check, I walk around the street with the black TEC-9

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

Check, I walk around the street with the black TEC-9

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

Ow, shit, I'm just one hip ****

Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture

What I deliver over tracks and rivers

Is makin' 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 bombazee

You don't stop, you better move slowly

I make that chest wet and cozy

Then dip low key 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 Josie

And show 'em how high I am just from the nosebleed

I keep it naughty by nature

Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline couldn't make up, lace up

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 shopper

Lace the tracks with stacks of artifacts

Make the police arrest me for givin' the cardiac

'Cause I'm the shitter, head-banger, non-quitter

Twenty blunt a day ****, land-cruise whipper

I represent, commence to beat an instrument

Who's next to get that ass bent, ten percent?

I make your boo pass off your jewels you lose 'cause

'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 ****, keep on, mothafucka

Check, I walk around the street with the black TEC-9

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

Check, I walk around the street with the black TEC-9

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

Check, I walk around the street with the black TEC-9

By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit