Tradução: Los niños blancos. Bomba Me Up.
my record cause it's so damn stunnin When you hear it pump it up, pick up the pace Yo M.J. (pump that bass) [scratching of] (Pump me up) I'm definitely
try to pop it to Daz A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest Couple of ladies skating waiting on some info Them white boys
mention me And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money I run up on your workers
showing your ass You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me
with my mother to guide me And nuttin but a stomach to hide me from all that worry and bullshit Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick cause my time is up
to all to not be small to stand up tall and to give it your all let's have a ball y'all pump it up! chorus
blame me Look God, it's the same me I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High) Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and
gon blame me Look God, it's the same me I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High) Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up
ten ki's and straight out weight it I lock my area down - you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never catch me
now I'm back up Bout to act up boy you better back up When you see me set up shop know to pack up I crack up when a rapper gets slapped up Number one
I got the pump, got plex I got the pump Got plex I got the pump, what it do, that's what's up [Paul Wall] Step in the club and throw up my set, they
ya fuel pump when ya car crank swallow up ya fear break a bottle on a chair grab a model by the hair when you holla in the air girl give me your number
fair so sometimes you gotta play dirty Do you feel me on that there? [Paul Wall] Catch me at the club with a clutch at my waist If a hata run up I leave
ve been doin' my job 'cause there'll be sweat pourin' So pick and choose your weapon but don't slip I'm here to kill you boys with the flex of my mic grip So pump
million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes [TQ:] Look at iced up dro back, iced up me Watch #18 as
not The world, world is my punchin' bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target