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Eightball & MJG F/ DJ Quik Miscellaneous Buck Bounce (Eightball) Whats the deal Whats up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here Fa real Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist Rock the world Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl Got lil' doe, got something to blow You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz I love a chick that suck dick like that Dirty, Southern gritty Bouncin' through yo' city 2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin' Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea) Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation Hittin' licks, shawty me and my niggas so official with it Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it Like this, go all out nigga don't be scared to bust Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us (Chorus 2X: Eightball) Bounce, Bounce Man get up on you feet and help me get it Crunk, Crunk Everybody up in here let me see ya Bounce, Bounce If a nigga trippin we gone make them heaters Buck, Buck Dime pieces let me see you make that ass (MJG) I'm a killer with the mic Before I get buck with the gun 1-9-7-2 was the birth Tell a nigga was the worst You can't fuck with the one Nigga take ya foot out ya mouth Get ya ass off the couch MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat Breakin 'em off with dope seeds The nigga with the most of dis Coast to coast to hit Roll the shit, Broke the shit Kept somkin' Then put it down on tape again I got a fifth of Hen Fifth of Gin A fifth for now And a fifth for then Take it ??? Take it down shot for shot You ain't got Coniyak its not the spine I got a stack of hoes Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes Straight up mack them hoes If you a platinum hoe, You gotta keep workin' the bitch Don't stop and relax them hoes A lot of niggas be claimin' to pimp And a whole lot of pimpin' what a nigga be talkin' about But when a bitch tell a nigga to spend some money The mothafuckas still be walkin 'em out Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick See I was born to pimp for this shit MJG equipped for this shit Ain't no niggas in here found time Fake ass niggas is scared of my rhyme Pimp tight, break a bitch quick Futuristic niggas take shit (Chorus 2x) (DJ Quik) P-I-M-P unified MJG and Q gone try See me gettin' down with Ball in the ??? with a palm full of smoke Rappin' niggas ain't no joke So me to the front of the boards With an MP and piano chords Gettin' back to my evil ways Lick him 3 times, he gone pay Sidetrack, forgot your point It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that Get your peeps up off my cheese Put your money in the pot, go squeeze See the bright red dice just die Shoot a whole meal, I might just try 18 thou with the jewelery on the floor When I hit a lick don't flex no more Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels (Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on my back I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that Had to be something else to make them irate Give a nigga a minute let me clean the slate No, I ain't have sex with ya wife No, I ain't make threats on ya life Bitch, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounce I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you (Chorus 2x) |
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