what you Want I love your braids and your mouth full of floss Love the way my a** go bum-bum-bum-bum Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum And think
fat, and don't have to gain weight I don't have to take a plane to fly high I don't wanna live my life just to die I can be a DJ, and don't have to scratch
day All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on A four course meal every first of the month Everybody in the projects family home Don't know you till the DJ
at?, Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack, Boy that drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat, Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum, Im so young
your face turns as red as your glass of wine That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum '
Come, get some, you little bum I take the cake but you can't get a crumb From the poetic, authentic, superior Ultimate - and all that good shit I'm the
hustlers Gars for cars, strong arms, tech dusters The streets got me in a ocean deep Khuan I'm leap, a bum told me life is cheap My lyric's dancin',
straight sober My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance Filth eatin' weaklings, we're bum
strictly ginseng Campaign in the hood if you want progress Take all the gangs, put 'em up in Congress Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum Brooklyn
say the right way Y'know what I'm sayin', so what we're gonna do Is kick back swing a little funky beat by my man DJ Pete Rock producer extraordinaire
mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Pressure, pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for Dance - Bum rush
truth out for a while If you will yourself But when you think of me with another guy Laura & Ex-Girlfriends: Don't you wanna kill yourself? Ex-Girlfriends: Bum Bum Bum
lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms
know your scratchers? Yeah, plus I got tape of it Get over my house quick, ride your motorcycle Kit, Ricky Rick, pick up, forget old Michael Well, here came the DJ
t be kissin em You got taxed, face the facts Now where's the jokes and all the wisecracks? You made before you got slayed by the slayer Special ed, dj
devilism And if the words'd say, "Thank you, Lord" I couldn't listen So I used to sneak to listen to DJ Red Alert To check the competition And DJ Red