Neva gon bounce, neva, neva gon bounce
(Never.... say never)
Yall bitches...
Get ya mind right
Getcha, Getcha mind right
Im tryin to do my thang like a rap star tryin to
stay clean, ache my hands, and avoid the game
but its hard. Cuz I can ball dope and get paid
like a muthafucker gotta be another way to pay
T. Tucker, used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce)
My papa got a brand new mag its called bounce.
Crackers wanna label me a nigga man but Im
a bigga man, I said fuck that or do go to trigga
man. Its the new somethin cream goin round,
it started in the saint town and now it move to
ghost town. Said tonight was time but where
your gat? Niggas get WILD when they hear
Botty-at, Booty-at. You bitches tryin to pussy-pop
dealin herb, slung tapes ten dollas a rock.
Ya gotta take what you NEED, take what you
WANT, slingin tapes out the CLUB and tapes
out the TRUNK. When the trigga man bails soft,
takeem to the saint tell him rock another block
party. DJ Irv had that shit bumpin, T.T. Tucker
had the dance floor jumpin, whole project
full of hoes (Come on, go T.T., go T.T., go). But
if a nigga jumps stupid im blast ya (Who put this
fuckin thing together?) ME, thats ME thats who
I told you dont fuck with me.
Oooh, see Im the one that you talkin bout. Drop
a little red tape and a stone in the sword, and my
pocket got swoll from insurance. I bought a
little more gold and fucked a lotta more hoes!
All them bitches know whats up (How they know,
How they know?) They heard me on the radio
buddah I set up. Where-he-at hittin dead home
if it wasnt bumpin in your ride it was bumpin in
your headphones. No it aint gone to my head
cuz I aint gon let it, damn it feel good gettin
sweated, huh, huh, huh. Uptown, downtown,
cross the river, dont matter cuz Im the nigga,
the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga. One brick
object (What happened?) couldnt keep my
muthafuckin ass out that project. Shit, thats
when it happened (What up?) 5-0 busted in
there was a raid and I was captured.
Alright, all you niggas on the floor right now,
DOWN! Get out the way!
Ay man, why you fuckin wit me?
Im the fuckin boss, I put this shit together,
I tol you that fuck up, I
dont give a fuck who you are get your ass
down on the floor!
Man calm down, calm down.
Yo T.T. dont trip (For Real?), cuz when them
laws let you loose boy we gon handle this,
see you gonna get your shot at limelight, but
in the meantime in between time keep your
mind right. (But man they said that I was
wanted) For What? (Narcotics, Homicide,
shoplifting warrant, so much shit I cant finish.)
This call concludes this minute.
(Hello?, Hello? BITCH, you gon hang up on
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Alright
Shake that ass, never gonna....
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