[Verse 1: Frank V.]

Something to bump when you're rolling that 'G' ride

Something to bump when your ride's going side to side

And hitting that pancake

Ernie G, why don't you let the beat break?

So I could keep flowing to the funk

I'm bringing the shit that they can bump in the trunk

So people in the place, get busy, get down

With two vatos that live on the wicked side of town

Round and round, it goes

Caught up in the mix with the tricks and the hoes

Who knows, we might just reach the top

If we keep coming non-stop and drop

The shit that you can bump in a hooptie

Going down the street, back seat full of groupies

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn

Don't be afraid to pull it out and begin

Sumthin' Ta Bump

[Hook: Rebekah Smith, Frank V.]

If you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down, you can get on down

(Funky ass shit for your system!)

If you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down, you can get on down

(Funky ass shit for your system!)

[Verse 2: Frank V.]

Another day, another ducket

Bringing some shit that you could bump in the bucket

Fuck it, if you ain't down with the sound

I'm on the freeway, hit it Westbound

I'm down with the homies that are down with me

But those who are not, look out for the buckshots

But why not kick back instead?

And down a couple 24oz's to the head

Thought we were gone, you were mislead

And if you did us wrong foo, you probably caught lead

But that's another story for another time

So let the music take your mind

Sumthin' Ta Bump

[Hook: Rebekah Smith, Frank V.]

If you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down, you can get on down

(Funky ass shit for your system!)

If you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down, you can get on down

(Funky ass shit for your system!)

[Verse 3: Frank V]

Pop the top and take a little seat with me

Take a hit and take a little trip with me

As I take you for a ride through the Twilight Zone

Don't need a spaceship, I use the microphone

And as we move along foo, it gets deep

And that's coming straight to you from the Creep

Frank V., Ernie G., The Proper Dos

Dropping the bombs from coast to coast

And those that know us, knows us well

And those that don't, can go to hell

As I bail to the party, strapped with the nine

And Tales From The Westside bumping in the Alpine

Stroll inside and get loose

Feeling the effects of the juice

So if you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down

As I score another point for the brown

Sumthin' Ta Bump

[Hook: Rebekah Smith, Frank V.]

If you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down, you can get on down

(Funky ass shit for your system!)

If you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down, you can get on down

(Funky ass shit for your system!)

If you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down, you can get on down

(Funky ass shit for your system!)

If you're with it and you dig it, you can get on down, you can get on down

(Funky ass shit for your system!)