Underground Sound Lyrics

[Intro - Joey Valence]
Alright y'all we bouta rewind
We bouta take you way, way back
This ain't no grape gang, you know what m' sayin'
Here we take a trip into the underground

[Chorus - Joey Valence]
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
[Verse 1 - Joey Valence]
I bring back that sound
The kind that makes you go “wow”
Bass hit you with the boom pow
I'm party rockin' with that old-school style
Bumpin' that underground ever since I was a child
Fresh like a farmer's market
I only wear shorts with no pockets
Y'all wanna-bes be mocking
Well ya better shut ya mouth fore I zip it and lock it
I'm an originator, smooth flow creator
To the odd ones out is who I cater
I'm a clown, It's not just for show
With a beastie flow when I rock the microphone
Ima hit you with the boom-bap
Make the room slap
Lemme take you way way back
Kids all calling me whack
But I'm bringing back a sound that you can't so take that

[Chorus - Joey Valence]
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
[Verse 2 - BRAE]
Sound is classic like Coke
But I'm new like Mountain Dew, what's new?
Stay drippin' like Fiji
Overalls, One shoulder, BDG
Used to get clowned in school for my last name
Had dummies callin' me Luigi Don't test me, you don't want smoke
I'll lock you up and slam the door like a knock-knock joke
Knick knack patty wack - Give a boy a stack
I'll head to Foot Locker and I'll blow a few racks
Tracksuit, Adidas, all black
Can someone please get me a snack?
Baller didn't do the chain
But I don't feel lame
Cuz all these ladies know my name
Hey Brae, hey baby
Let's kick it later, maybe?

[Chorus - Joey Valence]
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground

[Verse 3 - Joey Valence]
Now bring it around back with that beat that is bumpin'
Young MCs on the mic keep 'em jumpin'
Healthy breakfast 'fore I get my lunch in
A glass of OJ and a captain crunch crunchin'
I'm hot, check your temperature, you're not
Step off ya gonna get got
I run a marathon in high socks and flip flops
Now stop, make 'em drop
Bass is groovin'
Bodies are movin'
Y'all wanna tune in
To see what we doing
So call up the 90s and give 'em a ring
Tell 'em they might just have the next big thing
[Chorus - Joey Valence]
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground

Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground
Bumpin' that underground

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