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Mcs Come & Mcs Go Lyrics - Singles - Freddie Foxxx

"shaquita your mother's at the door, shaquita your mother's at my door 

She said you shoulda been home at 11:30, she's at my door" 

 

Intro: 

Check it out party people in the house we wanna set the party off right 

Right about now, with the hottest underground mc in the game, that's 

Right it's bumpy knuckles baby, and we came to show you the diverse flow 

Part of what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your hands 

In the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this 

 

[verse 1] 

Clap your hands and stomp your feet 

While we rock to the sounds of the bumpy beat, the bumpy beat 

You never heard me flow this slow 

So I thought that I would do it just to let you know 

I'm still nice with my m I c 

I still put the hottest niggas on I c e 

I'm down with guru and dj premier 

I'd like to thank y'all both for bringin me here 

Now, back to the business while you clappin your hands 

It's been a while since you've seen a real mc 

These niggas make me feel thin 

With all these gangstas around wit it's 

You're rockin with the best 

I live a hard knock life, I wear a hard knock vest 

Wanna give me a hard knock test 

I have your little kids screamin 

I'm so hard that after me 

You need a will smith song to appreciate life 

I'm like eddie in tibet 

Fuck the bald head boy I want the, the, the mic 

Let's take it back to union square 

Can I grab the mic and mc in here 

Well if so let's start class 

Pharoah say rub on your titties bumpy say rub on your ass 

 

Hook: 

Mcs come and mcs go 

I'm one of the few mcs left with mc flow 

So when mcs come in, mcs know 

If they can't mc then they got to go 

Now everybody light it up now ho... 

Take it deep inside your body and breathe... 

Let it out 

 

[verse 2] 

Rock rock y'all I wanna give it to the thugs 

So they can bring it inside the party and spread it out to everybody 

"yo bumpy look" omigod, what is this 

Got your hands in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wrist 

Now did you think I would miss, all that glitter and jewel 

When you know I rob a nigga, just too well 

"it's not mine bumpy" do tell 

I wonder if I stick this knife in yo' ass would they hear you yell 

It's nice to jack a nigga before you get on stage 

And watch him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shit 

I'm nice y'all, like gretzky and ice ball 

Wanna fuck scary spice not once but twice y'all 

I rocked in london and the crowd was yelling 

Bumpy knucks is the mc that we be feelin 

Hennesey was a popular drink and it still is 

Look what it done to arnold and willis 

The real heads gon feel this 

My mic is kinda like my vanderblast jag only I wheel this 

Now let's take it back to union square 

Can I grab the mic and make it hot in here 

Well if so let's make it hot to the beat y'all, and you don't stop 

 

Chorus 

 

[verse 3] 

Keep it on y'all, to the funky sound 

Fuck hate me baby you can hump me now 

All the ladies in the house that's sick and tired of sayin ow 

Take just one minute and ask these rap niggas how 

They can get on stage and rap like that 

How you expect to get pussy after the show with crap like that 

I bring the element, I remember like an elephant 

When selling crack and jewels was not so relevent 

But times are harder than blind man's chest 

Big up my little man big l, in peace he rests 

It's not many niggas spittin like it used to be 

So i'ma hang around here y'all get used to me 

All the gangstas in the house with they separate crews 

When these corporate ass kissers gon accept the news 

That black people get nothing but the blues 

And we lost at the white folks back in the fifties and sixty two 

I been to school, and I spit at mcs 

Until they spin 360 degrees and then they pass out 

Not gas out, and I'm not stoppin 

While the hoes is still jockin and your head is still boppin 

I flinch, don't fuck you and keep the bed rockin 

Jump from ass to ass so I know I'm hip hoppin 

Now let's take it back to union square 

Can I grab the mic and mc in here 

Well if so let's keep it tight 

While the real mcs take control of this mic 

 

Chorus