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Hit No Take That Tow - Bump Bump lyrics
[Intro: Raekwon (Prince Po)]
 Time to establish, you know how it's going down (Yeah) Word up
 What up Prince Po, what up baby? (Yeah)
 Shallah Raekwon, Lex Diamond, let's get it to 'em
 [Chorus: Prince Po (Raekwon) {both}]
 {Aiyo, come through} Come on
 You know we do it big girl, don't 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, don't 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
 It's that new Prince Po shit, get at this
 Mami's love to mack this, breakers do back flips
 We buggin' in the club, in the cut like cat piss
 It's hood love, baby, give my sounds to blackness
 Eight kids are under the mattress, for survival tactics
 Ma, don't try to ride with no practice
 Hit up til you heat up skeet, and your body collapses
 Girl, I can't help it, I'm 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 nigga done blessed, here's the flowHit No Take That Tow - Bump Bump - http://motolyrics.com/hit-no-take-that-tow/bump-bump-lyrics.html
 Word up, magazine, chrome gats, all in my backs
 So many live niggaz, all day high niggaz 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 weed
 Hit Hawaii up, fuckin' 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 hoe's, 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 seventy's, heavy for sure
 Aiyo 'Lib, they small fries, we Big Macs to go
 Adrenaline pumpin', we got it jumpin' dog, it's 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]
 Ya'll know how it go down, y'all know how it go down
 Lex Diamond, Prince Po (you know what I'm sayin?)
 We the illest niggaz, yo (you tell a wack rapper, that, youknowhatimsayin
 Word up, you knowhatimsayin? Watch them Uncle Peaches ass niggaz, you
 knowhatimsayin?)
 Chuck Berry haircut ass niggaz out there, yo, word











