O.G. Spanish Fly - Somethin to Bump To lyrics

[Mr. Sancho] Come with us and let's toast Chillin in the west coast Finest City with the best hoes, San Diego Feelin the urge to choken, token, poten But provokin hallucination [nation] I lovin the face you're facin Chasin firme hynas Havin to wine and dinna To bump and grind her Playa hatas can not find us Cause I'm san diego's finest Chicanos (?) (?) Cause I'm the one with the gun And I'm usin it for fun, run Cause I'ma stun you with the tip of my tongue Smokin a blunt pa**in it to the side To my homie OFI Then it goes around to the homie Spanish Fly Why, cause we gotta get high, so high Party wit the ladies to the crack of sun rise Suprise dialated eyes, party over Time to leave cause I'm comin down my high Baby [Chorus: OFI] This the kinda of sh** Tthat you bump to get drunk to Smoke a blunt to Do what you want to This the kinda sh** that'll Make them freaks want you Make em cheat on Steal your chesse from you [2x] ["O.G." Spanish Fly a.k.a Maniac] Woke up one mornin Threw on my shoes Hit the liquor store Grabed 40 ounce of booze Rolled up a joint Put it to the sky I be gettin high until the day I di die With the homies gettin druged out ain't gotta lies Califa Thugs kickin playin wit a nine Playin Russian, pull it, co*k it back And bust it real quick The sh** that I'm on is hit and it sounds sick Always and forever, I'm down for whatever Whether it's not clever, or in a stormy weather Kickin it wit homies, never roll with phonies You'll never see me rollin down the street with no knowmies Keep my head fool, I never look down No one can catch me slippin that's on me and on the brown So listen up to what I say Because my sh**s out, and it's out to stay [Chorus] [OFI] I'm ridin low, but I'm all so high Got my top droped and my head in the sky Cruisin by the beach checkin out all the a**es Chrome rims blingin, better get your sun gla**es Who's that vato wit the frozen wrist Even make stuck up hoes do the neck twist They say a little loco shouldn't roll like this That I belong in a regal or a cutless But sorry, if it's a bucket I don't roll it Ride so cold, you think a mothaf**a stole it That seems to be our stero types, but I don't fit I never sleep. and I always stay committed Always on the grind always gettin mine Always pack a nine, always talk to a b**h if she's fine Sinnin from the beginin until the end of time And when I'm done wit my son, this sh** rewinds When you see me, don't say he's too good for his people Say he works hard and got's no equal If you're hiena I just blow you a kiss But if you a homie I'll throw up the brown fist, like this [Chorus]