Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - The Lah (a cappella) lyrics

Primo! Haaaaah Come on, hah! [Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx] Somebody better call security it's 'bout to be on I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til dawn n***as are dead wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song You wanna die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on I'm the reason that some rap n***as, may spit a name I'm the reason that some n***as, still in the game I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaim Rich underground street n***a, Bumpy came They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop and They wonderin, how this n***a stays so hot Well it's a combination of five things I live by I don't speak to none of these bitc -a** n***as, just give eye Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aiming at an A&R from the majors Then I aim for the eye, and you never seen me cry These emotional a** industry rap motherf**ers n***a just push double Y And I always spit fly, and never be afraid 'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid You n***as is like little AIDS Infecting the sound that the real n***as started So we keep it underground, yeah [Chorus] [2x] The Lah, lah, lah Got me clouded brains in motion The Lah, lah, lah Got me causing mad commotion The Lah, lah, lah Hit me like a locomotion (Feel me) The Lah, lah, lah Smokin, smokin, smokin [Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx] n***as know I ain't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound From the sky to the ground, I gun your a** down, like I'm aged rap round I got a little game for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!" It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al Green Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his team Basketball was your dream, so live ya other life Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't that nice What's with these basketball n***as, I'm screamin' double dribble How you nine foot tall, and rhymin just a little? I police the underground, and I'm thug appointed Got a problem with that speech get your mug annointed By reverend Glock, n***as got they' game all twisted It's a lot of n***as I'ma bring it too and it's listed I hope he try to stand up and show me you live That makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside 'Cause I know this little n***a wanna prove he ain't a s**er But he f**ing with a bad motherf**er, it's Bumpy Knux [Chorus] [2x] [Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx] The magazines - I like to meet my reviewer Take his a** to the sewer, and show him what it's like Tryna come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fight It's like tryna find an a** on a Chinese woman In the dark, black night I got the double Tech As if I was in the cigarette smoke And skinny white women they play my record I been +Hot+ since +97+, way before that Now I come back, and n***as still b**hin You can't even snatch a chain no more, n***as snitchin A lot of n***as is just pots in the kitchen like congresman Wrangle Mister Bo Jangle with f**ed up ankles The blacks start suffer while the white start spangled Banner and we don't play on MTV The f**in record company is ownin all the MP3 And the bootleg factory, I got n***as saying "Bumpy too black for me!" It's the truth n***a, I see, but you blinded by glitter And you got a little cheddar what's made your p**y game better While you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin When all a n***a want is a car and a hurt me diamond He'll do anything for anybody And s** a dick like he MC Lewinsky I'm the n***a that you can't see, don't ever get it f**ed up All you s**a a** n***as will get Bump knucked up [Chorus] [2x]