Freddie Foxxx - Bumpy Bring It Home (feat. M.O.P.) Lyrics
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some moreIn the headphones for meCheck it out [c'mon!]You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles babySendin this out to my niggasAll them hardcore street corner, wildersHa, ha, Freddie Foxxx babyThat's right, Diamond D baby[Verse 1]Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows niceLike sunsets on the Rio GrandeGrantin after sisters checkin out they can canMy lyrical ability keeps them real niggasThat listen to hip hop feelin meI keep it underground, sound's a buck ChinaEven in Japan they know, I'm the ultimateSpit at me verse, like it's my last oneSlow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass onesYou see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than meI'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas heatedI dissect your verses like science class frogsI see your rap records is swine, like hogsNow cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle PfeifferSee Freddie Foxxx aint wit thatMy shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wreckerThe lethal weapon, I keep you high steppinIt's not my fault that niggas listen to meAnd wanna rob shit, cuz I do my mother*****in job kidIf you a thug then you recognize what you see before youEyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is hereI been waitin it, doin it, sayin itRollin by my mother*****in self with my burner *****ed slayin itAnd I aint seen nothing that could make me believeThere's a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel meHOOK 2X: Billy DanzeYou in a class of your own, Bumpy's in the zoneLeave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it onBumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throneNow, Bumpy bring it home![Verse 2]I wear Rolex watches a
