Bumpasaurus E

Motherfucker, the Bumpasaurus is back! It's time for the Bumpasaurus. It's time for the Bumpasaurus. It's time for the Bumpasaurus. It's time For Bumpasaurus. The Bumpasaurus is back with the P and the Funk, putting dents in trunks. Y'all punks can't trip 'cause I'm the bump dump. Dropping filthy hurts and it works 'til your nuts Hurt, and I got shit that you can't jerk, Fool. I seen the mountain top in this rap Game, the Grammys, the AMAs, but ain't a thing Changed. 'Cause when you hit the top, it ain't Nowheres to go but down, but I been around. So I held my ground and stayed on track. I got my BLBD style back, I can't lax. Some get the big head when they hit the Top. They never change they style, so they fuck Around and drop. But I been doing this shit Since '81. I done seen groups come and some Fall off dumb, now they broke or something. Mr. Pop tried to gobble me up, but the Bumpasaurus smoked that fool. Now what's up? It's time for Bumpasaurus. The Bumpasaurus is back. It's time for Back from the humdrum beats, Baby. It's time for the Bumpasaurus. Rescue dance music from the blogs. Yeah. It's time for Bumpasaurus. Now this song, Music by Kwazé, the kind that a true mack Daddy-ass '96 player plays. And when Kwazé is tickling these keys, you know Your true OGs must cheese. Now bring it back, Kwazé. The bass line's on fat, the beat's tight. Got it rolling like dynamite, right? Keeping your head light. Nothing left to prove. My sole purpose is to see y'all move to My groove, the P-Funk's crew. West Side veteran, I ain't thinking about stepping Yet. You get all the ends you can get, Net jet. Papa's got a brand new bag, But on the real, I'm the player hater killer, Don't lag. I got an anti-mackasaurus on my Undercard. Never had a top-notch girl, But he swearing he's hard. Scared to get your mack on with a female, But you're quick to front about your time in Jail. Thanks, sir. But the Bumpasaurus, He must ignore this jake in a sky blue Taurus and keep my Pimpion on the rise up. Y'all can't wait, so you might as well wise Up. spunking like a student of funk. I ain't having no bass tube sliding in my Trunk. I puts rumble in the automobile jungle, Tying up wads in a bundle. Now this is what it is. The Wiz gets his, y'all kids better peep how A veteran lives, surviving in the biz. I done seen so many dances and hip hop Styles, y'all should recognize I been in the game A while. I seen the Wop, the Moonwalk, The Smurf, the Pac-Man, the RoboCop, Even the Shamrock. All the dances done went to the grave, and I'm still here to talk this shit and get Paid. It's time for the Bumpasaurus. Bumpasaurus is back. Yeah, back to claim what's mine, you know what I'm saying? Throne I left alone, I'm back to claim it For my own. Your king in Pacific Eye Zone. It's time the Bumpasaurus. Bring it up, Kwazé. Uh, coming to you live from the Emerald City, Y'all. M-I-X-A-L-O-T and my homeboy Kwazé, We bring you P-Funk. Pure, uncut, the bomb with a fuse for the New Wave 86, y'all. Give me four more. Real funk, boy. Not modified for hip hop use. Uh. Take me home Now. It's time for the Bumpasaurus. It's time for the Bumpasaurus. It's time for The Bumpasaurus. For the Bumpasaurus.