"Shaquita your mother's at the door, Shaquita your mother's at my door

She 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 right

right about now, with the hottest underground MC in the game, that's

right it's Bumpy Knuckles baby, and we came to show you the diverse flow

part of what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your hands

in the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this



[Verse 1]

Clap your hands and stomp your feet

While we rock to the sounds of the Bumpy beat, the Bumpy beat

You never heard me flow this slow

So I thought that I would do it just to let you know

I'm still nice with my M I C

I still put the hottest niggas on I C E

I'm down with Guru and DJ Premier

I'd like to thank y'all both for bringin me here

Now, back to the business while you clappin your hands

It's been a while since you've seen a real MC

These niggas make me feel thin

With all these gangstas around wit it's

You're rockin with the best

I live a hard knock life, I wear a hard knock vest

Wanna give me a hard knock test

I have your little kids screamin

I'm so hard that after me

You need a Will Smith song to appreciate life

I'm like Eddie in Tibet

Fuck the bald head boy I want the, the, the mic

Let's take it back to union square

Can I grab the mic and MC in here

Well if so let's start class

Pharoah say rub on your titties Bumpy say rub on your ass



HOOK:

MCs come and MCs go

I'm one of the few MCs left with MC flow

So when MCs come in, MCs know

If they can't MC then they got to go

Now 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 thugs

So they can bring it inside the party and spread it out to everybody

"Yo Bumpy look" Omigod, what is this

Got your hands in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wrist

Now did you think I would miss, all that glitter and jewel

When you know I rob a nigga, just too well

"It's not mine Bumpy" do tell

I wonder if I stick this knife in yo' ass would they hear you yell

It's nice to jack a nigga before you get on stage

And watch him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shit

I'm nice y'all, like Gretzky and ice ball

Wanna fuck Scary Spice not once but twice y'all

I rocked in London and the crowd was yelling

Bumpy Knucks is the MC that we be feelin

Hennesey was a popular drink and it still is

Look what it done to Arnold and Willis

The real heads gon feel this

My mic is kinda like my Vanderblast Jag only I wheel this

Now let's take it back to Union Square

Can I grab the mic and make it hot in here

Well if so let's make it hot to the beat y'all, and you don't stop



CHORUS



[Verse 3]

Keep it on y'all, to the funky sound

Fuck hate me baby you can hump me now

All the ladies in the house that's sick and tired of sayin ow

Take just one minute and ask these rap niggas how

They can get on stage and rap like that

How you expect to get pussy after the show with crap like that

I bring the element, I remember like an elephant

When selling crack and jewels was not so relevent

But times are harder than blind man's chest

Big up my little man Big L, in peace he rests

It's not many niggas spittin like it used to be

So I'ma hang around here y'all get used to me

All the gangstas in the house with they separate crews

When these corporate ass kissers gon accept the news

That black people get nothing but the blues

And we lost at the white folks back in the fifties and sixty two

I been to school, and I spit at MCs

Until they spin 360 degrees and then they pass out

Not gas out, and I'm not stoppin

While the hoes is still jockin and your head is still boppin

I flinch, don't fuck you and keep the bed rockin

Jump from ass to ass so I know I'm hip hoppin

Now let's take it back to Union Square

Can I grab the mic and MC in here

Well if so let's keep it tight

While the real MCs take control of this mic



CHORUS