Lyrics Digital Underground

Digital Underground

Wind Me Up

Welcome to the Blue Diamond y'all

Ladies and gentlemen

I'll be your host Edward Elington Humpty Hump Humphry the third

And we going to get it started up in here

Billy big thump Brown on bass Thump Brown

Brooklyn Gibson Myana

And on guitar we got big momma Dotty Taylor in the house

Com'on mang drop it like mang (4x)

It's been a long time do shouldn't have left you

Without a heated beat you could step to

Ever since the days when the humpty dance left you

Openin', I feel you're hopin' that we could bump through

95 was a long one they said no one digs your music but you, kid

You need a strong one

Think about the bomb one

Because the kids are in rare form tonight, hey yo we all one

Let me put my nose back on

Notice how how it goes when the flows back on

Bangers! freakin' the P-funk, punk like a bag (?)

Got my man essential E right beside me

Yo Hump, look, i brought my rhyme book

Cool E, get ready to kick it out for the hook

But before you eat male let me finish nailin'

this grove like a train de-railin

(Like a train)

You better hold on, this song is for the strong

ladies com'on and get your flirt on

(ladies)

When you coming with another one Humpty?

Every time you ask that you pump me, love

Wind me up

com'on

Wind me up

You wound us up so now we bound to pound ya

Wind me up

Everybody

Wind me up

You wound us up so now we putting it on ya

E, Shock and Hump, we putting the bump

You wish for, Hump's back so pump that

It's supposed to lift your

Body up, we got enough

And prob'ly bust the floor up

Shock you know what?

what's up E?

I think this track's about to blow up!

y'all thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

I'm drinkin' what you drinkin'!

So break it up with a crowded thrust (?)

with the bottles up, everybody's sickin'

to witness the fitness

State to state, don't miss this

Kisses to the Miss's

Love hounds who are on my blood hound

We plug sounds through the nation

true power chasin' blue ha hoo-rasin' (?)

do, and E too, y'all 'bout to shout

We 'bout to place it

High rank, drop stop and bank

This spots about to get hectic, expect it

We got the drank so we got to drank

It won't be degelected, accept it

(chorus)

(Hump, singing)

If it ain't deep it ain't me, bay-bay

Do you take it through a fantasy, bay-bay

The smooth-cool faker is a live wire baby

Sons of the P is packing this hi-fi figures

And we're in the mood to play (play)

We're going to do away with he say she say

Nas, you can have the world I want the Universe

Not for myself but for all other's first

(Hump, singing)

It's time, I'm ready to shine

I'm ready to see if I can walk through my mind, like AMG

I'm not no high, not even lifted yet, only strengthened from the gift

that you give

(chorus)

(Hump)

Puttin' in on ya, bone-ing your ear drums

dumb-dums, forgot that we can come-come

Yum-yum, we bring it different

You bring it hum-drum

You're too cool, you can't risk it

I'm bis-quik

I bubble when you turn the heat up

I'm trouble around the honies, I eat up

DRAWRS

Tasty, like bean dip

Frisky like catnip

wind me up, FAT HIP

The big nose, back with the big bouncy track

We got the bass bouncing back

They got me started, so I'm bomb it like I farted

Take the rap sheet and part it

Let my dog take a spill on it

Never phoney on it, ya I still want it

But those shmoes knows how it goes so yo let me flaunt it

I boom-boom on it, take it anyway you want it

Glazed, extra mayonnaise with no bologna on it

poopty scoops and Humpty clumbs the lean cuts

Deez nuts get busted clean, whut

I'ma tell ya what's been missing from the rap game...

This type of shit! Sang!

(Chorus)