paroles de chanson Bumba (feat. DRS) - DRS , Skittles

Ey! Skitty. Chimpo. DRS!

I walked in like bumba,
Check that bumper must a been zumba,
Colour of a′ umpa lumpa Looked younger,
Hob nob dunka, pum pum pumpa,
This is lightnin' same time as the thunder,
Double kababunga*, gal fallin′ over man a goin' under,
Don't usually like MC′s bun ya,
I′m the best among ya, best ya rung ya mum,
Manchester lungs in festivals our drugs
Are the best o' spectacles you feel the buzz,
Its what we been done did what we does,
If i′m in London London rung us,
Man like us bring man by the bus,
Mikey Don ain't bin done no drugs, (yeah) an′ he still loves us!

Me don't bother ′bout who that they fine, (?)
I know that I'm loosing my mind,
Who's in drop 2′s at a time,
Do yer ever feel that yer dreams loosin′ the shine,
I can march these fools in a line,
I don't know about rules of the grind,
Manchester′s law-less,
Somebody rob yer for the jewels that yer shine,
I can feel that pressure cause its gettin' to D,
I can feel that somethin′s gonna happen that's unnecessary,
But,
They keep on pushin′ D,
While I'm stood on the edge of a skyscrapa,
Got me locked in the corner, Big del orna* mixed-race Houdini escaper,
Northern piss-taker, Lobster bisque maker,
Cut the crisp baker*, c'mon take the risk hater,
Let me do this once and for all with big strats*,
If not I′m goin′ in the bank with big straps,
If not I'm settin′ up a grow with six flats,
And in fact anythin that...

I walked in like bumba 'n′ give 'em a fist,
I used to go ravin′ shiftin' the dis,
Now when I go ravin' I switch in the bis,
Man get paid before I know where it is,
Man still put weight on the streets with the kicks,
Cause there′s nout as real as it is,
Chimpo this beat is indeed one of his,
I said bumba when he played me the mix,
Some shit like Bum-chika-chika-chik-bum,
First I thought flow with the rhythm of the song,
But bumba jus′ wouldn't come off my tounge,
So I stepped to the stand an′ I sung a song,
I walked in like bumba the rhythm was on,
Did it one cause i'm a bit of a Don,
State UK music jump up on,
Don′t make me send hell to yer party drunk everytime I'm on.

Well I arrive with a beer glass,
Shut down yer rave like tear glass,
Throw my coat over a puddle like there lass,
So tight Kira likes to go bare-back,
Anythin′ that you say yo we don't hear that,
Don't be gettin′ all mardy,
Cause the state just fucked up yer party,
Ima take the weight and spread it out sharply,
There cookin′ up some revolution canne do it hardly,
Anyway there i finish that part,
Before gettin' involved with a stickleback artist,
You know* the loop hole dash the bicardi,
Uno my crew hold chilli con carne,
No names but they want me,
And the teams jus′ summot they can't be,
And the truths jus′ summot they can't see,
I sweet up a William a king o′ punani*