Y'all bitches Get ya' mind right Get'cha, get'cha mind right Get'cha, get'cha mind right Get'cha, get'cha mind right I'm tryin' to do my thang like a rap star tryin' to stay clean Ache my hands and avoid the game but it's 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 My papa got a brand new mag it's called bounce Crackers wanna label me a nigga man but I'm a bigga man I said fuck that or do go to trigga man It's 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 Take 'em to the saint tell him rock another block Party. DJ Irv had that shit bumpin' T.T. Tucker had the dance floor jumpin' The whole project full of hoes (Come on, go T.T. go T.T. go) But if a nigga jumps stupid I'm blast ya' (Who put this fuckin' thing together?) Me, that's me that's who, I told you don't fuck with me Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Ooh, see I'm 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 what's 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 wasn't bumpin' In your ride it was bumpin' in your headphones No it ain't gone to my head, 'cuz I ain't gon' let it Damn it feel good gettin' sweated, huh, huh, huh Uptown, downtown, cross the river, don't matter I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga One brick object Couldn't keep my muthafuckin' ass out that project Shit, that's when it, 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? I'm the fuckin' boss, I put this shit together I tol' you that shut the fuck up I don't give a fuck who you are Get your ass down on the floor Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Man calm down, calm down Yo T.T. don't trip, '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 can't finish) This call concludes this minute (Hello? Hello? Bitch, you gon' hang up on me) Alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce Never gon' bounce Never, never gon' bounce © THE BRAIDS PUBLISHING; UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS; UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com