Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with 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 your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin' another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that Bat cave ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bulldoggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy, you sounding silly, think my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty Doing doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down But us gon' bust you in the mouth with the chorus now Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with 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 only funky as your last cut You focus on the past, your ass'll be a 'has-what'" That's one to live by or either that's one to die to I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure Andre, 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' with it But I'm witchya '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-wawsky Awfully sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit's creek, "It's weak" is the last quote That I want to 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 with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk
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