Straight out of ATL We got Yung Wun, choppin' that thing, baby Swiss Beats, Full Surface Bounce, bounce When I'm drunk in the club, I might just start some shit Block party in the hood, I might just start some shit Underground, downtown, I might just start some shit Gimme the keys to the city, I'ma lock this bitch They ain't gonna take me alive and you can bet dat Hit 'em where the chest at, hit 'em where the neck at Show me where the rest at They in the same building livin' like a mess pack Four miles from where the deck at Bet dat, Shawty You and me gonna ride over to the other side It's time these mutha die First make a prank call and get the kidz out the house I ain't tryin' to kill no kids I'ma turn they lights out Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off Mississippi muthafucka, pop a dick in your mouth Southside till I die, smokin' dro in the drop I make a bitch gimme money then I'm kickin' her out I spit down to your wife then we robbin' your house Y'all niggaz love that way that we grippin' the grain If you got it and I want it, I ain't callin' your name Just lay it down, boy, like a ballin' G You get yo' chest in yo' lap if you fuckin' with me Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game in a 4-door Range With a Rose gold chain wrapped around my neck Or I might be flashin' in a white G wagon With my arm out the window, grippin' a tit Dawg, get it right, I got Houston on lock I kit it right, I switch the lights every time I buy a drop homey You got Swiss on the beat, I gotta come with da heat It's David Banner, Yung Wun and FLIP Get it crunk in this Set it off in this thing We sittin' here leanin' by tha bar Didn't know we drunk in this thing Get it crunk in this Set it off in this thing We sittin' here leanin' by tha bar Didn't know we drunk in this thing Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off © FOX FILM MUSIC CORP; JOBETE MUSIC CO INC; CYPTRON MUSIC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; CLOVER G MUSIC; DEAD GAME PUBLISHING; CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; STONE DIAMOND MUSIC CORPORATION; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com