Bumpy Bring it Home - Freddie Foxxx



Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more

In the headphones for me

Check it out [c'mon!]

You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby

Sendin this out to my niggas

All them hardcore street corner, wilders

Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx baby

That's right, Diamond D baby



[Verse 1]

Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice

Like sunsets on the Rio Grande

Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can

My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas

That listen to hip hop feelin me

I keep it underground, sound's a buck China

Even in Japan they know, I'm the ultimate

Spit at me verse, like it's my last one

Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones

You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me

I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas heated

I dissect your verses like science class frogs

I see your rap records is swine, like hogs

Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer

See Freddie Foxxx aint wit that

My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker

The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin

It's not my fault that niggas listen to me

And wanna rob shit, cuz I do my motherfuckin job kid

If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you

Eyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is here

I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it

Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it

And I aint seen nothing that could make me believe

There's a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me



HOOK 2X: Billy Danze

You in a class of your own, Bumpy's in the zone

Leave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on

Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne

Now, Bumpy bring it home!



[Verse 2]

I wear Rolex watches a



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