Freddie Foxxx - MC's Come And MC's Go Lyrics
O"Shaquita your mother's at the door, Shaquita your mother's at my doorShe said you shoulda been home at 11:30, she's at my door"Intro:Check it out party people in the house we wanna set the party off rightRight about now, with the hottest underground MC in the game, that'skRight it's Bumpy Knuckles baby, and we came to show you the diverse flowPart of what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your handsIn the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this[Verse 1]Clap your hands and stomp your feetWhile we rock to the sounds of the Bumpy beat, the Bumpy beatYou never heard me flow this slowSo I thought that I would do it just to let you knowI'm still nice with my M I CI still put the hottest niggas on I C EI'm down with Guru and DJ PremierI'd like to thank y'all both for bringin me hereNow, back to the business while you clappin your handsIt's been a while since you've seen a real MCThese niggas make me feel thinWith all these gangstas around, where does FOXXX fit inYou're rockin with the bestI live a hard knock life, I wear a hard knock vestWanna give me a hard knock testI have your little kids screaminHe took heart out chestI'm so hard that after meYou need a Will Smith song to appreciate lifeI'm like Eddie in Tibet***** the bald head boy I want the, the, the micLet's take it back to union squareCan I grab the mic and MC in hereWell if so let's start classPharoah say rub on your titties Bumpy say rub on your assHOOK:MCs come and MCs goI'm one of the few MCs left with MC flowSo when MCs come in, MCs knowIf they can't MC then they got to goNow everybody light it up now HO...Take it deep inside your body and breathe...Let it out[Verse 2]Rock rock y'all I wanna give it to the thugsSo they can bring it inside the party and spread it out to everybody"Yo Bumpy look" Omigod, what is thisGot your hands in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wristNow did you think I would miss, all that glitter and jewelWhen you know I rob a nigga, just too well"It's not mine Bumpy" do tellI wonder if I stick this knife in yo' ass would they hear you yellIt's nice to jack a nigga before you get on stageAnd watch him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shitI'm nice y'all, like Gretzky and ice ballWanna ***** Scary Spice not once but twice y'allI rocked in London and the crowd was yellingBumpy Knucks is the MC that we be feelinHennesey was a popular drink and it still isLook what it done to Arnold and WillisThe real heads gon feel thisMy mic is kinda like my Vanderblast Jag only I wheel thisNow let's take it back to Union SquareCan I grab the mic and make it hot in hereWell if so let's make it hot to the beat y'all, and you don't stopCHORUS[Verse 3]Keep it on y'all, to the funky sound***** hate me baby you can hump me nowAll the ladies in the house that's sick and tired of sayin owTake just one minute and ask these rap niggas howThey can get on stage and rap like thatHow you expect to get ***** after the show with crap like thatI bring the element, I remember like an elephantWhen selling crack and jewels was not so releventBut times are harder than blind man's chestBig up my little man Big L, in peace he restsIt's not many niggas spittin like it used to beSo I'mma hang around here y'all get used to meAll the gangstas in the house with they separate crewsWhen these corporate ass kissers gon accept the newsThat black people get nothing but the bluesAnd we lost at the white folks back in the fifties and sixty twoI been to school, and I spit at MCsUntil they spin 360 degrees and then they pass outNot gas out, and I'm not stoppinWhile the hoes is still jockin and your head is still boppinI flinch, don't ***** you and keep the bed rockinJump from ass to ass so I know I'm hip hoppinNow let's take it back to Union SquareCan I grab the mic and MC in hereWell if so let's keep it tightWhile the real MCs take control of this micCHORUS
