B.G. - Bounce With Me Lyrics
[b.g.]I ***** with them junkies, killers, and car jackersNiggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap emThem ballers with ts, stunnas and head bustasNiggas who pimp platinum benzes and bubble-eye hummersIf youre ballin, then ball - youre shinin, keep shininYoure grindin at the top when you get out, man, keep grindinSee me, b.g. - original h.b.Was taught comin up mother***** the policeI keep it real with the real - thats all I know, niggaComin up round my way you couldnt be a ho, niggaAsk baby and slim, they saw b.g. grow, niggaThey witnessed me slingin that llello, my niggaHad work and I knew it - I come in your door, niggaTie your family up - they all got on the floor, niggaBy all means, whatever it takes to get greenI do cause I wanna bling - I wanna bling bling(hook [b.g.])I got to bounce, niggaBounce like you just flipped two chickens, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, niggaBoot up like you got platinum goin across your grill, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, niggaBoot up like you got platinum goin across your grill, nigga[b.g.]Im on probation, got me, I cant smoke no bluntsA dirty urine ll have me baggin up thirty-six monthsJust touched down, so I gots to lay low and be coolBut I keep that heat with me because these niggas is foolsI do this for my street niggas, my thugged outGo-and-drop-off-a-ki niggas, stackin-that-cheese niggasStraight-bout-beef niggasDressin-in-black-shootin-up-the-whole-street niggasThis is for my niggasI aint nothin but a lil young cash money thugOnly thing I was taught comin up was guns and drugsSo my thoughts is *****ed up - Im on some other shitLike if-i-cant-get-you-i-kidnap-your-mother shitOr duct-tape-your-brother shit, and turn yourself inTurn on the weed eater and swept him til I get my nsIve been affiliated with killers all my lifeThats how I am cause all my role models werent right, so-(-hook [b.g.])[b.g.]Its on if its on - Ill ride or die, dont give a *****Drama: I love it - Im trigga happy, cant get enoughThe streets is my home - thats all I knowI hustle to beat ya outshinin - drive off the showroom floorBaby, beatrice, my nigga, bryan, and bubbaTaught me how to rep - taught me how to be a lil stunnaHe told me dont worry bout nothin, get my grind onLet my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind onGotta have platinum chain, platinum watch, platinum ringIts the year 2g - a nigga like me gotta have thingsAint no nigga gon cross me cause Im madeNo busta gon stop my bounce or attempt to stop my blingIf you really try me then I bring out my choppycause I know if I hold em right then that nigga got meFrom the east, to the west, up north, and down south, niggaGot twenty round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, niggaFrom the east, to the west, up north, and down south, niggaGot twenties on your whip, poke your chest out and bounce, niggaFrom the east, the west, up north, and down south, niggaGot twenty on your wrist, throw your hand out and bounce, nigga(hook [b.g.])I got to bounce, niggaBounce like you just flipped two chickens, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, niggaBoot up like you got platinum goin across your grill, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, niggaBoot up like you got platinum goin across your grill, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, niggaBounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, niggaBoot up like you got platinum goin across your grill, nigga
