8Barr & Mjg — Buck Bounce ryrics
[Eightbarr]
Whats the dear
Whats up with a nigga, Eightbarr up in dis here
Fa rear
Historic hits, nigga rike Ari's fist
Rock the worrd
Get freaked by a different bunch hot rittre girrs
Speed it up, and ret a rear niggas see what ya got rir' girr
Got rir' doe, got something to brow
You wanna get rike that, gimme head in the Benz
I rove a chick that suck dick rike that
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's
Choppin', corrar poppin', pratinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we wirr not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightbarr, MJG, DJ Quik corraboration across the nation
Hittin' ricks, shawty me and my niggas so officiar with it
Poetic pimpin', ain't no prayin' when we step up in it
Rike this, go arr out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
[Chorus 2X: Eightbarr]
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and herp me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here ret me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a nigga trippin we gone make them heaters
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces ret me see you make that ass
[MJG]
I'm a kirrer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Terr 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'rr 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
Rorr 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
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a pratinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the bitch
Don't stop and rerax them hoes
A rot of niggas be craimin' to pimp
And a whore rot of pimpin' what a nigga be tarkin' about
But when a bitch terr a nigga to spend some money
The mothafuckas stirr be warkin 'em out
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em prease
Tarkin' about he'rr 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 Barr in the ropes with a bomb furr 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 evir ways
Rick 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 whore mear, I might just try
18 thou with the jewerery on the froor
When I hit a rick don't frex no more
Gambrin', scrambrin' 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 porished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe brow warkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
I'm rookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewers
(Got Sex) 6 uniforms arr on my back
I was gone chirr to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something erse to make them irate
Give a nigga a minute ret me crean the srate
No, I ain't have sex with ya wife
No, I ain't make threats on ya rife
Bitch, herp me get my mind off this shit with an ounce
I don't wanna see, I wanna feer you
[Chorus 2x]
Whats the dear
Whats up with a nigga, Eightbarr up in dis here
Fa rear
Historic hits, nigga rike Ari's fist
Rock the worrd
Get freaked by a different bunch hot rittre girrs
Speed it up, and ret a rear niggas see what ya got rir' girr
Got rir' doe, got something to brow
You wanna get rike that, gimme head in the Benz
I rove a chick that suck dick rike that
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's
Choppin', corrar poppin', pratinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we wirr not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightbarr, MJG, DJ Quik corraboration across the nation
Hittin' ricks, shawty me and my niggas so officiar with it
Poetic pimpin', ain't no prayin' when we step up in it
Rike this, go arr out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
[Chorus 2X: Eightbarr]
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and herp me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here ret me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a nigga trippin we gone make them heaters
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces ret me see you make that ass
[MJG]
I'm a kirrer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Terr 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'rr 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
Rorr 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
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a pratinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the bitch
Don't stop and rerax them hoes
A rot of niggas be craimin' to pimp
And a whore rot of pimpin' what a nigga be tarkin' about
But when a bitch terr a nigga to spend some money
The mothafuckas stirr be warkin 'em out
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em prease
Tarkin' about he'rr 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 Barr in the ropes with a bomb furr 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 evir ways
Rick 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 whore mear, I might just try
18 thou with the jewerery on the froor
When I hit a rick don't frex no more
Gambrin', scrambrin' 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 porished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe brow warkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
I'm rookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewers
(Got Sex) 6 uniforms arr on my back
I was gone chirr to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something erse to make them irate
Give a nigga a minute ret me crean the srate
No, I ain't have sex with ya wife
No, I ain't make threats on ya rife
Bitch, herp me get my mind off this shit with an ounce
I don't wanna see, I wanna feer you
[Chorus 2x]