[Chorus]
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump, bump-da-bump-da-bump
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Yo, we preparin' ourselves for this ultimate war
But MCs is really lost and it's at a big cost
We be rhymin' at our show thinkin' we gettin' dough
Movin' through every town off the fumes of ****
And accolades from the crowd with our chests out proud
Yo, we 'bout to clap these joints so that these **** sound loud
Some kids be actin' stank like a baby pant
It's the rapper Abstract who make the joint get amped
Yo, move your body maker and use your minds to break true
Yo, we gotta do the do
Son, we livin' in a time where mad folks talk ****
Representin' they crews or they East-West cliques
Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack
How the **** we movin' through makin' moves like that?
How the **** we movin' through makin' moves like that?
Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highly
We got jewels and Mo' and the life is type rowdy
Everybody lookin' **** like the tore down committee
Let's make this institution, buy this land for the smitties
I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big ****
And they all stressin' me, yo, really?
What really goes on? (I-I-I-I-I don't know)
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump, bump-da-bump-da-bump
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Yo, we preparin' ourselves for this ultimate war
But MCs is really lost and it's at a big cost
We be rhymin' at our show thinkin' we gettin' dough
Movin' through every town off the fumes of ****
And accolades from the crowd with our chests out proud
Yo, we 'bout to clap these joints so that these **** sound loud
Some kids be actin' stank like a baby pant
It's the rapper Abstract who make the joint get amped
Yo, move your body maker and use your minds to break true
Yo, we gotta do the do
Son, we livin' in a time where mad folks talk ****
Representin' they crews or they East-West cliques
Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack
How the **** we movin' through makin' moves like that?
How the **** we movin' through makin' moves like that?
Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highly
We got jewels and Mo' and the life is type rowdy
Everybody lookin' **** like the tore down committee
Let's make this institution, buy this land for the smitties
I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big ****
And they all stressin' me, yo, really?
What really goes on? (I-I-I-I-I don't know)
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