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(feat. Q-Tip) |
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(Q-Tip) |
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(yo) Aiyyo Buck, word up (get up in em) |
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Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe |
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Let these niggas know what's up son, aight? |
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(Buckshot) |
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Bounce to this, you don't wanna miss this, get into this |
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This is that shit that make em all flip |
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They all want a piece |
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Some keep a steady mind, some get geese |
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Now what be the shit that make them niggas think |
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When they ship come in, they ship won't sink |
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Everybody you meet on your way up, you meet down |
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So if you burn a bridge how you gonna cross town |
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Think about it now and cry later |
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A mothafuckin money maker so I die greater |
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And everytime I get them visions in my head |
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Everything is red, gettin high from the stimuli |
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Very blurry-eyed dred |
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Said to me, Buck da B-D-B |
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When you smoke your ?sensity? I hope you take out your seed |
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And watch your back for them bitches who act shady |
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Wit another lady friend that try to serve you wit gravy |
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Menage, I almost got caught, what can I say |
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Fallin for the lust, I almost got bust Friday |
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But safely so, got em by the most high |
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He's out yo, into some next bullshit, I'm like |
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(Q-Tip) |
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Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
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All my hip-hop heads |
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Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
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Mr. Buckshot say |
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(Buckshot) |
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Hip-hop, set out in the park |
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Niggas comin through wit they heaters to bark |
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I always have to be around some shit |
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Showin mothafuckers I be down for shit |
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Real quick to do my justice |
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Walk the streets and stay close to my musket |
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Bust this, everytime I hit the corner I notice at night |
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Niggas always wanna see a fight, crowd around it like |
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Cause a scene, some dumb nigga might pop off a shot |
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In the air for props, followed by the cops and the ghetto bird |
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Swoop down and hit them niggas while they standin on the curb |
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What a herb, kick off a shot in the air |
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Make the crowd shatter, kid you should've splurged |
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Now all I see is a fleet of DT's |
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Comin in the direction of B-D-B |
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Kick up dust, can't get bust, duckin darts |
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See they wanna shoot the god |
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Fuck it, they want to hit all of us |
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(Q-Tip) |
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Bounce to this, in your Pinto |
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You can bounce to this in your 5 double-0 |
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You can bounce to this in your Mustang |
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You can bouce to this, let it bang let it bang |
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You can bounce to this on the block that you on |
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You can bounce to this, polyin on your horn, come on |
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(Buckshot) |
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When a finesse pulled up in a GS |
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Double-breast to protect the lungs that I blow cess from |
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Yes, now I got time to press |
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Early visions in my head seein you in that red dress |
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Back door, it's the VIP |
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For B-D-B, classic '83 type jewelery |
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Sport gold nugget, fuck it |
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Rugged individual and make a profit from it |
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That's why I love it and I get mine |
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Promote the bump and grind, sippin liqour to a lime |
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Every girl'll be a dime, see it's showtime |
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And every mothafucker online wanna hit something |
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Niggas need to stop frontin |
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(Q-Tip & Buckshot) |
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Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
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All my hip-hop heads |
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Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
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Mr. Buckshot say |
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Bounce to this in your 3-2-0 |
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Bounce to this in your 5-4-0 |
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Bounce to this in your 7-4-0 |
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You can bounce to this blazin on hydro, ooh |
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Wha-what, if you smoke a ounce you can bounce to this |
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In the club you bounce to this |
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Up inside your sheet you can bounce to this |
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In the projects you can bounce to this |
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Fuck it, in the suburb bounce to this |
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Huh, in the curb you can bounce to this |
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Fuckin wit the herb, you can bounce to this |
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Wha-what, wha-what |
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5FT, Evil Dee, Buckshot da B-D-B |
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Back at yo' ass for the nine-now |
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Don't bite this style, mothafucker BOO-YAA!! |