(Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah) (cut it up)
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh (ayy, ayy, ayo)
Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka
(Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka

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
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 (passed), the night has gone by (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 stabbin' 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 soundin' silly, think my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty
Doin' 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, say

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
Say, ah ha, hush that fuss (uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
Everybody move to the back of the bus (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
We the type of people make the club get crunk (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)

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 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' wit it
But I'm witcha '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 wanna 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 (yeah, yeah, but until then)
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Say, ah ha, hush that fuss (uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
Everybody move to the back of the bus (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
We the type of people make the club get crunk (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)

(Ooh, breakdown)

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
Say, ah ha, hush that fuss (uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
Everybody move to the back of the bus (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
We the type of people make the club get crunk (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh
Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah (get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back)
Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh (get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back)

Ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus (uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah)
Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh)
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Say ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus (uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)
We the type of people make the club get crunk

Okay cool (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
(Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back)
Uh, uh, uh(get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back)
(Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
(Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
(Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
(Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)
(Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka)

This major right here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo son, y'all niggas, y'all niggas is holdin' it, man
Straight up, man (word, man)
I'm glad we got together to do this, know I'm talmbout? (s'all real)
Everybody, North, South, East, West, you know what I'm sayin'? (No doubt)
We doin' this thing right here, straight up for hip-hop
We handling the earth right now, y'all niggas don't even know (fo' sho)
You nah I mean?
If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors
The game wouldn't be the same (that's right, man)
You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative you know I'm sayin', I mean (no doubt)
Some people don't wanna hear the same ol' thing over and over (no doubt)
You gotta come provocative, nigga, you know what I mean?
Shit gotta be spine tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean
Bust your shit open beats, you know what I mean? (Yeah, word)
Niggas don't even know son, we gon' play some funky shit for y'all
That's right (straight up)
Pay up, pay up, nigga
From East Point to Shaolin, y'all better know that (uh huh)
Yeah (hit this Henny)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton