Letras
Sweep us under the rug
We'll rip out the floor
Right from under your thumb
Handle my business in secrecy
But ain't no secret see y'all been asleep on me
Thought I wouldn't notice
That all that shit you told us was bogus
Son you was bluffin
When I come up you
Gonna remember who wrote this
Spit & groove i do both bitch
With the flow that's just so crisp
Lines cold as snow but im toasted
Old school DJ Kool
Lemme clear my throat
Hit it
This that nu wave bumpin
Brought the beat in so fat that its bustin out ya buttons, crowd jumpin
G dub pullin up next to bat no discussion
So how you like that motha fucka
Stop all that goofin off boy
And drop me that fuckin offer
Straight outta kentucky going dumby
Gettin illiterate and improper
I've been cookin this pot so hot
Popped the lid on the top off
Put the heater in yo speaker
& Knock em like BAKA BAKA
Back up, get the fuck out my face
Everywhere that we go yeah fuck up the stage
Make you feel some typa way everytime you hear it play
Engraved in your brain waves like the needle stuck
Listen punk If you sleepin you fucked up
Can't hammer me down im the nail that stays stuck
You waited too long, The train's takin off
Don't take it personal
There's no friends in business
Keep your two cents if you aint gamblin
Now watch me handle shit, one handed man
Im on that hustle hard, lead by example shit
Keep ya head down or get ya mandible split
Go flex them numbers
Go get that bag
Floatin on a buzz, but the shit don't last
Start buildin that network
One advance don't mean no networth
Go flex them numbers
Go get that bag
Floatin on a buzz, but the shit don't last
You can either learn fast or you can burn quick
Eyes on your own lane or you're gonna crash
You little bitch
It's that nu wave Bumpin