- Prince Po Bump Bump 歌詞
- Prince Po
- (feat. Raekwon)
[Intro: Raekwon (Prince Po)]
Time to establish, you know how its going down (Yeah) Word up
What up Prince Po, what up baby? (Yeah)
Shallah Raekwon, Lex Diamond, lets get it to em
[Chorus: Prince Po (Raekwon) {both}]
{Aiyo, come through} Come on
You know we do it big girl , dont front front
(Get dipped, tell your friends, we got the bump bump)
The what? (the bump bump)
The what? (the bump bump)
The what? ( the bump bump)
The what? (the bump bump) what
{Come through} We get it crackin dog, dont front front, yeah
{Givin hummin in the Benz} (We got the) { bump bump}
The what? (the bump bump)
The what? (the bump bump)
The what? (the bump bump)
The what? (the bump bump)
[Prince Po]
Its a wrap slick, still on point, like a cactus
Its that new Prince Po ****, get at this
Mamis love to mack this, breakers do back flips
We buggin in the club, in the cut like cat piss
Its hood love, baby, give my sounds to blackness
Eight kids are under the mattress, for survival tactics
Ma, dont try to ride with no practice
Hit up til you heat up skeet, and your body collapses
Girl, I cant help it, Im nasty
Put in a lot of work, so my hands stay ashy
Stack and cop , houses to land, machines is classy
Diamonds is hollerin, and sayin you got some greens to pass me, so
[Chorus]
[Raekwon]
Word to my Nike Airs, I been reved years ago
How many years a ***** done blessed, heres the flow
Word up, magazine, chrome gats, all in my backs
So many live ******, all day high ****** and grown bats
Play the hood, stay in the hood
Display mad 88, gettin weight, Rae and them good
Play the rooftop, black caught her, quarter in my pocket
Hit the booth up, blow like shorty got a rocket
So much talent to spray, me, I never leave
Stand there, get my money, let fam breath
Connect like opposites, blow like tropical ****
Hit Hawaii up, ****** in the cockpits
[Chorus]
[Prince Po]
Fried chicken, ghetto funk, mic control
Young thelonious monk, still ice cold
Teen and meanin the collard greens, stomp through the jungle
Lambs shakin they amps, catch up if you want to
Got you on the lean, like wits, murk you through Queens
Dippin in between your lanes, like we crumbs, in the seats seems
You ride with pros, Rae and Po, straight hoes, meet in Paris for shows
Funked dub it like a dunk from Shaq, down low
Nasty habits, Prince Po, Madlib, beg for blows
Straight gully like the seventys, heavy for sure
Aiyo Lib, they small fries, we Big Macs to go
Adrenaline pumpin, we got it jumpin dog, its nothin
Carnivores, man huntin, once we start dumpin the duke
For the love of your life, stop frontin
Might hit up your click tonight, we havin a little somethin, so
[Chorus]
[Outro: Raekwon]
Yall know how it go down, yall know how it go down
Lex Diamond, Prince Po (you know what Im sayin?)
We the illest ******, yo (you tell a wack rapper, that, youknowhatimsayin
Word up, you knowhatimsayin? Watch them Uncle Peaches ass ******, you
Knowhatimsayin?)
Chuck Berry haircut ass ****** out there, yo, word
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