Bump

Creep creep, I'm on the creep creep for the kind bud
 O.C. late night, rollin' in the V-Dub
 Sick of scrapin' resin so I'm lookin' for a sack
 All I learn, I'll head for burn
 BSO's got my back
 (right on, right on brother, blaze on,
 Better rip that shit, rip it)
 Yeah, this is that 1605 shit
 The real Huntington Beach backyard fuckin' garage style
 Bump, Bump, Bump
 That's the sounds of the 50'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
 Saint's 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 off, I sway, push play
 You hear Humble Gods from a mile away
 All the heads are bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin'
 D-Loc is mumblin'... (I gotta little somethin)
 Well then he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip
 Sparked up a 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 saying, "What do I see?
 A jeep full of freaks just staring at me."
 D-Loc was right they was in the Range Rover
 Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em 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, that's Rocky the Pimp
 So climb on in and don't be shy
 We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly
 Once again I said it my name's S-T
 It's just another day of a P-T-B"
 Come on, come on
 Bump, bump, bump
 That's the sounds of the 50'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 sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk
 Said bump, bump, bump
 Saint Dog putting down for the suburban pride...
 And I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5
 Up early in the morning trying 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 moving and rock the mic
 Cuz if I don't rock it then 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 (Hey!)
 Said Saint represent for the under age
 Same damn year, my face is up in rays
 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 a maze
 T-T-T-Ticklin a twine all day
 Come on, come on
 Bump, Bump, Bump
 That's the sounds of the 50'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 sounds of the 50'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 sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk
 Said Bump, Bump, Bump
 D-Loc's on the pipe rip rip's it up!
 It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical
 Undefeated champ that will stick you fool
 My style is crazy not wicka waaka lazy
 If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee)
 Plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy
 That shits in my system makes my life kinda hazy
 My momma, my poppa I think I should tell them
 The J got to my head, it fucked up my cerebellum
 It's about time to compute your math
 Cuz my beats keep bumpin' like a seismograph
 See I've tripped before but never like this
 Straight to my mind put my brain on a bliss
 I won't fake the funk when I smokin' on da skunk
 That 40 bowl evil get 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 lyricist, 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'll leave ya these beats to clear out all night
 Wait, Wait, Wait you said crib? That shit will suck you up
 Get off the crib and rock the bump
 Come on, bump, bump, bump,
 That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk
 Said bump, bump, bump
 We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
 BIATCH!