Bump

Creep creep, I'm on the creep the creep for the kind bud
OC, late night, rollin in the V-Dub,
Sick of scrapin resin so I'm lookin for a sack
All I've learned, I've ever burned, BSO's got my back
(Right on, right on brotha, blaze on, better rip dat shit, RIP IT!)
Yeah, this is that 1605 shit
The real Huntington Beach backyard fucking garage style

Bump, bump, bump
That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk,
Said bump, bump, bump,
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!

Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk about,
Saints what they shout, you got all the clout,
A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King,
1605, fool pass me the bing

Now the stereo is up, I sway, push play,
You hear Humble Gods from a mile away,
All the heads is bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin,
D-Loc is mumblin, "I got a little somethin"

Well he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip,
Sparked up the bowl and I took a rip, trip
Came to a halt at an intersection,
Turned up the music at my discretion

D-Loc in the back said "What do I see?
A Jeep full of freaks just starin at me."
D-Loc was right, they was in a Range Rover
Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over

They got out the car and stepped to my side
I said "Hello ladies let's take a ride"
I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man
Daddy X is the one who's driving the van

So climb on in and don't be shy
We're gonna close the doors and let the games by fly
Once again I said it, my names ST
It's just another day of a PTB
C'Mon C'Mon!


Bump, bump, bump
That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk,
Said bump, bump, bump,
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Said bump, bump, bump
That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk,
Said bump, bump, bump,
Saint Dog put it down for suburban pride

And I was liven my life on the 9-5,
Up early in the mornin tryin to survive
A chump change, it's a shame, with no education
No inspiration, no destination

But now my occupation is to do what I like
Keep the crowd movin and rock the mic
Cause if I don't rock it than another sucker will
And if you don't jock it then I can't pay the bill

Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage
He said "Saint, represent for the underage"
Same damn year, my face is up and raised
Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge

Nah, Saint Dog I hunt ducks with a 12 gauge
And when i'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed
Get me on the court my skills will put you in amaze
T-T-T-Tickin a twine all day

C'Mon C'Mon!
Bump, bump, bump
That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk,
Said bump, bump, bump,
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Said bump, bump, bump
That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk,
Said bump, bump, bump,
D-Loc's on the pipe, rip rip shit up

It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical,
Undefeated champ that will stick you fool
My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy
If you chill with me I'll be sure to blaze thee

Plant you in the ground make you drift like a daisy
That shit in my system makes my life kinda hazy
My Mama, my poppa, i think I should tell them
The J gots my head and fucked up my cerebellum

Its about time to compute your math
Cuz my beats keep bumpin like a seismograph
See I tripped before, but never like this
Straight to my mind, puts my head in a bliss

I won't fake the funk when I'm smokin on a skunk
That 40 bowl evil got my pink eye drunk
And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance
I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced

My flows are silky soft, like I write and my lesson
And now a lyracist, poetry in motion
To each, and to each I cause a commotion
Cops smellin money takin off with my portion

Farewell to all and to all good night,
I'm leavin these krypts to creep out all night,
Wait wait wait you said krpyt that shit will fuck you up,
Get off krypt and rock the bump, C'Mon


Bump, bump, bump
That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk,
Said bump, bump, bump,
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck

Biatch!