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Uh-huh, uh-huh, ba-by, yeah-yeah, uh-huh, yeah-yeah, ba-by, uh-huh Uh-huh, ba-by, uh-huh, yeah-yeah, ba-by, yeah-yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in yo' eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We taking another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbin' every city when we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bull doggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you soundin' silly, thank my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty Doin' doughnuts 'round you suckers like them circles around titties Damn, we the committee, gon' burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk, say Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you're only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has but That's one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure André, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin' wit' it But I'm wit' ya you 'cause you probably goin' through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt, went on out and bought it 'Cause I thought it would be jammin', but examine all the flawsky-wasky Awfully sad and it's costly but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shits creek "It's weak" is the last quote That I wanna hear when i'm goin' down when all's said and done And we got a new Joe in town When the record player get to skippin' and slowin' down All y'all can say is them niggas earned that crown, but until then Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk, say Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk, say Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh, uh-huh, ba-by, yeah-yeah, uh-huh, yeah-yeah, ba-by, uh-huh Uh-huh, ba-by, uh-huh, yeah-yeah, ba-by, yeah-yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk, say Ah-ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump wit' us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh It's just major right here, you know what I'm saying? Yo, son, my niggas, your niggas is on it man, straight up man Word, man, I'm glad we got together to do this You know on time-outs, everybody North, South, East, West You know what I'm saying? We doing this thing right here straight up for hip-hop We handling the Earth right now y'all niggas don't even know Fo' sho' You know what I mean? If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors The game wouldn't be the same That's right, man, you gotta keep it innovative and new, creative You know what I'm sayin'? Some people don't wanna hear the same old thing over and over No doubt, you gotta come provocative, nigga Know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous I mean, bust-ya-shit-open beats, you know what I mean? It's like yo, niggas don't even know, son, yo, we gon' play some funky shit for y'all That's right Straight up, pay up, pay up, pay up, nigga From East Point to Shaolin, y'all better know that, yeah! Hit this Henny
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