Ah ha, ah ha, baby, yeah, yeah   Ah ha, yeah, yeah, baby, ah ha   Ah ha, baby, ah ha, yeah, yeah   Baby, yeah, yeah, ah ha, ah ha      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, the night has gone 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 stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave   ATL, Georgia, what we do for ya   Bull doggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas      Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty   Doing donuts round you suckas like then circles around titties   Damn we the committee gone burn it down   But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say it      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   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      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 by or either that 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' with it   But I'm witcha you 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, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote   And I hope I never have to float in that boat   Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote      That I want to 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 yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then      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   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, ah ha, baby, yeah, yeah   Ah ha, yeah, yeah, baby, ah ha   Ah ha, baby, ah ha, yeah, yeah   Baby, yeah, yeah, ah ha, ah ha      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   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