[Intro]
Ka-Ka-Kansas City shit
Ki-ki-killer city committee (yoooo)
Bumpy Johnson back bitch (wassup)

[Verse 1]
(We in here) I had to do some soul searching for y’all man (real)
Back to the fuckin roots in this (back to the fuckin roots on this)
I ain’t making up little n***a shit
Y’all gotta vibe with me with this shit feel me (wassup)
Ay yo, fuck it I’m going in
I gotta get back to the fuckin roots (I do)
Cuz when I started out this really what I loved to do
And we could sort it but again that’d make you comfortable
And I ain’t the business of it unless you got my blood in you
Or somethin like in love wit you or been through all the jungles
Or was there I had stumbled how the fuckin cookie crumbles
And I’m sorry if troubled you for thinkin I was gonna do
What you would want me to but y’all should know I ain’t that fuckin dude
I ain’t splittin luck witchu catch me in a bucket in a bucket
Grown man on his fuck it I ain’t none of you (ahh!)
Try it muhfucka, triumph on the trucker
Don’t be eyeing me in public I am not the one to funk wit you
Somebody got that luggage and yeah I’m from the city where
They liable to find a couple bodies in a dump or 2
Pop a fuckin trunk on you be tryna stop the violence but these n***as really wildin
Tryna size you up and bump witchu
Bumpy Johnson back bitch, get a load of that shit
Chicago swank baby on my New York City crack shit (Chicago mane)
Listened to the classics, studied all the data
Then I knew I had to grab em start to travel cross the atlas (wassup)
These n***as back stabbing bitches ain’t shit it’s pathetic
I don’t get it on the net and steady cappin (cap!)
Had to take a different passage spirit of him Cassius
Imperial to ashes this here is everlastin… bitch

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah y’all should have known I was comin different on this motherf- (what!)
C’mon man, the chairman of the fuckin board bitch (ahh!)
Time to level up on n***as know what I’m sayin (lessgo)
Ay yo, fuck it, I’m going back in (wassup) I’m goin back in! (City shit!)

[Verse 2]
Que será será it’s already been written
This n***a been spittin homie who have we been kiddin (what!)
The label still strong homie who have you been missin
Them n***as still be makin music you should’ve been listened!
If there was never drama then would you have been trippin? (wassup)
We all be playin captain everybody can choose missions
I’m on a different level now I been paying dues pimpin
They bitin at ya boy’s hooks, I’m like who’s fishin?!
Big Coolie up now giggin no hassles (Coolie)
Got the homies shootin videos in a castle
Got my daughter wit me people watchin my niece eat
Call Cheeks tell em catfish from peach tree (what up Tree)
Gotta get through a couple buffers to reach me
Out in Venice Beach in the stu and make it look easy (ahh!)
N***as still walk up to me askin for cds
Cuz they know we still be pressin shit flexin on breezies
Grown man music I ain’t here for the dumb shit
Swank lord n***a this my I’m havin fun shit (oww!)
No square n***as in my fuckin circumference (wassup)
Head upon the swivel and watch out who you run wit
Face Off got these n***as runnin on playback
But I been goin way crack straight since wave caps (ha ha ha n***a!)
Yeah, but I been goin way crack straight since wave caps
[Chorus]
Ka-Ka-Ka-Kansas City
Ye-yeah
Bumpy Johnson back bitch
Ki-ki-ki-killer city committee (yeah)
Kansas City shit