Lyrics: A Tribe Called Quest. Beats, Rhymes And Life. What Really Goes On.

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
Da bump, da bump, bump, da bump, da bump

Yo, we preparin' ourselves for this ultimate war
The MC's are really lost and it's at a big cost
We be rhymin' at our show, thinkin' we gettin' dough
Movin' throught every town off the fumes of

And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud
Yo, we 'bout to pack these joints so that these sound loud
Some kids be actin' stank like a baby pant
It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped

Yo, use your body maker and use your minds
To break true, yo, we gotta do the do
Son, we livin' in a time where mad folks talk shit
Representin' they crews or they East-West clicks

Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
About the lands we boast but we don't own jack
How the fuck we movin' through makin' moves like that?
How the hell we movin' through makin' moves like that?

Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highly
We got jewels and Mo' and the life is tight rowdy
Everybody lookin' shitty like a to' down committee
Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties

I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big titties
And they all stressin' me, yo, really?
What really goes on? I don't know

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
Da bump, da bump, bump, da bump, da bump

One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme
Three is for the life, now we on this incline
Never catch this kid stickin' forks in swine
Never ran my gibs in nuthin' less than a dime

A few of my brothas did that asshole one time
Strivin' miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime
The three twenty-five got that Windex shine
And when I shot skelly, I had my boxes in lines

All I wanna do is live life and be fair
I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair
Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair
God will never make it too hard for me to bare

I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse
Some can count me out but yo, I doubt that I lose
The Westernized world got our minds confused
You frontin' on me, ak, then you don't get bruised

The funny style cats, they be playin' games like Chucky
Government officials shoot their same old
Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky
Stiff ass squares gettin' mad 'cuz we funky

This the crap game, then we got the top rolls
The positive jumps the negative like frogs
Resentin' evil vibes yo, that shit is at the morgue
We celebrate laughin' down in at the smorgas borg

You still lookin' shitty like a to' down committee
Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties
I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big titties
And they all stressin' me really

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
Da bump, da bump, bump, da bump, da bump