Bumpin' My Music (feat. Scarface)

That's right, uh

Recognize real, Ghet-o-Vision, ****

Cleveland

Open up your doors (Ridin', smokin')

Yeah, I'm in the old-school '84 Delta 88

With a ounce, but I'm bouncin' like I'm out here movin' weight

Bone and Biggie in the Pioneer as I reminisce

Before that it was D'Evils, took 'em back to '96

I went down to Houston for some face, Mary Jane

What a coincidence, I'm blowin' Swishers, doin' the same thing

Six hunnid for some big Os, four hunnid degrees

I'm a ho, Players Club, Ice Cube, Master P

And since I'm movin' my yay, know I got UGK

Ridin' dirty, lookin' for that high life, pimp, what more can I say?

I'm just stickin' and movin', under my seat is my tool, and

I keep it for any **** wanna be trippin' or foolin'

I'm just bumpin' my music as I spin in the Ben'

I'm bumpin' 'Pac, Picture Me Rollin' without spillin' my Henn'

Yeah, yeah, now as I spin in the Ben'

I'm bumpin' 'Pac, Picture Me Rollin' without spillin' my Henn'

I'm just bumpin' my music, music, music, bumpin' my music

Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door

Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow

Bumpin' my music, music, music, bumpin' my music

Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door

Release my reefer smoke so you can hear the speakers blow

Yo, now back to the '84 big-body two-door

No blades on the muhfucker, but it still roll

'Member what told you what I had stashed in the dash

Back in the past? Well, now I got two Os

Freaky Tales, Too $hort, Comin' Out Hard

Doors wide open, kids dancing in the yard

While I'm stuntin' like Evel Knievel, man

Bumpin' Cutlass, Monte Carlos, and Regals, man

Rollin' in slow-mo, like the whole block screwed

Lacville '79, bumpin' Devin the Dude

On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly

And right before I cut her, it was Confessions from Usher

She ain't used to a thug, she love the way I ride

While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige

See, I damn near cried day Rick James died

See that shit was cold-blooded, but the music keep bumpin'

I'm just bumpin' my music, music, music, bumpin' my music

Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door

Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow

Bumpin' my music, music, music, bumpin' my music

Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door

Release my reefer smoke so you can hear the speakers blow

Facemob is in the building, I'm in the area

Ay, I like that shit you on, you dig?

But I got some shit I'ma put you on

I'ma put you on some shit I be on

And it was like Fuck Tha Police, comin' straight from the underground

A young **** blowin' big comin' down

A **** With the Attitude, Eazy, Ren, Dre, and Cube

Creepin' up the avenue, that's how you had to do

Yes, I'm the rhythm, the rebel

Without a cause, never lowerin' my level

I'm on some Chuck D shit from P.E.

Six in the mornin', I hustle with Ice-T

Six in the evenin', I'm chillin' with Willie D

Leavin' out the nickel, I'm bumpin' some Kool G Rap

Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps

I'm fuckin' with that pluck with the Kool-Aid pack

And now I got a brother by the name of Warren Lee

Hot shot, regal, illegal like Marley

I get down like I'm BDP

Ass blaster like Blastmaster, cock and squeeze

I'm just bumpin' my music, music, music, bumpin' my music

Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door

Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow

Bumpin' my music, music, music, bumpin' my music

Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door

Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow