BUMP
KMK Lyrics

Creep creep, I'm on the creep creep for the kind bud
I'm being sneaky and looking for some high-quality marijuana

O.C. late night, rollin' in the V-Dub
I'm driving around Orange County at night in my Volkswagen van

Sick of scrapin' resin so I'm lookin' for a sack
I'm tired of smoking the leftover resin in my pipe, so I want to find some actual weed

All I learn, I'll head for burn, BSO's got my back (right on, right on brother, blaze on, Better rip that shit, rip it)
Whenever I find weed, I'll smoke it with my fellow Kottonmouth Kings and BSO (Bong Smokers Only) crew

Yeah, this is that 1605 shit, The real Huntington Beach backyard fuckin' garage style
Our music is true to our hometown of Huntington Beach, California and our sound is raw and DIY

Bump, Bump, Bump, That's the sounds of the 50's while they hittin' in my trunk, Said Bump, Bump, Bump, We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck
The thumping bass from our music is like the classic 50's songs that used to bump in cars, and we don't care what anyone thinks of us

Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk about, Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout
I'm the dude that all the ladies gossip about, and they call me Saint because they see me as a cool, respected guy

A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605... (fool pass me the bing)
This is what it's like to be one of us - 1605 is our crew and we smoke bongs together

Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play, You hear Humble Gods from a mile away, All the heads are bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin', D-Loc is mumblin'... (I gotta little somethin)
I turn off the car stereo briefly, but then put on some Humble Gods and the bass makes everyone's heads nod, while D-Loc is freestyling

Well then he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip, Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip
I take a hit from a Hornet (a popular smoking device) and then smoke a bowl of weed, getting me really high

Came to a halt at an intersection, Turned up the music at my discretion
I stop at a traffic light, but turn up the music because we don't care about being too loud or disruptive

D-Loc in the back saying, "What do I see? A jeep full of freaks just staring at me."
D-Loc sees some people in a Jeep staring at us, making us feel like outcasts or misunderstood

D-Loc was right they was in the Range Rover, Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over, They got out the car and stepped to my side, I said "Hello ladies let's take a ride"
The people in the Jeep were actually a group of women in a Range Rover, so I stop the car and try to chat them up and invite them to join us

I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man, Daddy X,that's Rocky the Pimp, So climb on in and don't be shy, We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly
I introduce my crew to the women and invite them to come along and party with us, promising to have a good time

Once again I said it my name's S-T, It's just another day of a P-T-B
I remind the women that my nickname is S-T and it's just another day in our lives as part of the P-T-B (Proud To Be) crew

And I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5, Up early in the morning trying to survive, A chump change, it's a shame with no education, No inspiration, no destination
I used to live a mundane life working a regular job and struggling to make ends meet, feeling like I had no opportunities or direction

But now my occupation is to do what I like, Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic, Cuz if I don't rock it then another sucker will, And if you don't jock it then I can't pay the bill
Now, my job is to perform music and entertain people, and if I don't do it well, someone else will take my place and I won't make any money

Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage (Hey!), Said Saint represent for the under age, Same damn year, my face is up in rays, Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge
Daddy X, our crew member, pushed me onto the stage to perform, telling me to represent for our young fans, and I have a nose ring with a size 16 gauge (thickness)

Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks with a 12 gauge, And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed, Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze, T-T-T-Ticklin a twine all day
I correct Daddy X and tell him that I don't actually hunt ducks with a shotgun, but I do get really high when I'm performing and I have great basketball skills

It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical, Undefeated champ that will stick you fool, My style is crazy not wicka waaka lazy, If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee)
I describe my unique style as being unconventional and creative, not conforming to political or societal norms. I also promise to smoke weed with anyone who hangs out with me

Plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy, That shits in my system makes my life kinda hazy, My momma, my poppa I think I should tell them, The J got to my head, it fucked up my cerebellum
I describe how marijuana affects me, making me feel spaced out and causing me to reflect on my relationships with my parents and how weed has affected my mind

It's about time to compute your math, Cuz my beats keep bumpin' like a seismograph, See I've tripped before but never like this, Straight to my mind put my brain on a bliss
I claim that my music is so good it deserves recognition, and that I've experienced a powerful high from weed while making it

I won't fake the funk when I smokin' on da skunk, That 40 bowl evil get my pink eye drunk, And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance, I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced
I won't pretend to be someone I'm not when I'm smoking weed, and it makes me so high even my eyes get affected. Also, like a legendary baseball player, I can adapt and change my style

My flows are silky soft like I write and my lesson, And now a lyricist, poetry in motion, To each and to each I cause a commotion, Cops smellin' money takin' off with my portion
I boast about my smooth rapping style and how I'm now a respected lyricist. I also admit that I've been in trouble with the law over drug money

Farewell to all and to all good night, I'll leave ya these beats to clear out all night, Wait, Wait, Wait you said crib? That shit will suck you up, Get off the crib and rock the bump
I say goodbye to my fans and promise to leave them with good music to enjoy. However, I stop myself when I hear the word 'crib' (a slang term for home), cautioning against getting too comfortable and instead dancing to our music

Come on, bump, bump, bump, Said bump, bump, bump, Saint Dog putting down for the suburban pride... And I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5
We encourage people to dance to our music and celebrate their suburban lifestyle, while I remember my past boring job

We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck! BIATCH!!!
We proudly declare our identity as the Kottonmouth Kings and defy anyone who doesn't accept us, using a controversial insult to emphasize our indifference to criticism