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lirik lagu b.g. (baby gangsta) - bounce with me

[b.g.]
i f-ck with them junkies, k!llers, and car jackers
n-ggas who stalk n-ggas with work and kidnap ’em
them ballers with t’s, stunnas and head bustas
n-ggas who pimp platinum benzes and bubble-eye hummers
if you’re ballin’, then ball – you’re shinin’, keep shinin’
you’re grindin’ at the top when you get out, man, keep grindin’
see me, b.g. – original h.b
was taught comin’ up motherf-ck the police
i keep it real with the real – that’s all i know, n-gga
comin’ up ’round my way you couldn’t be a ho, n-gga
ask baby and slim, they saw b.g. grow, n-gga
they witnessed me slingin’ that llello, my n-gga
had work and i knew it – i come in your door, n-gga
tie your family up – they all got on the floor, n-gga
by all means, whatever it takes to get green
i do cause i wanna bling – i wanna bling bling

(hook [b.g.])
i got to bounce, n-gga
bounce like you just flipped two chickens, n-gga
bounce, n-gga – bounce like your whip on twenty inches, n-gga
bounce, n-gga – bounce like you came up on a mill, n-gga
boot up like you got platinum goin’ across your grill, n-gga

bounce, n-gga – bounce like you just flipped two chickens, n-gga
bounce, n-gga – bounce like your whip on twenty inches, n-gga
bounce, n-gga – bounce like you came up on a mill, n-gga
boot up like you got platinum goin’ across your grill, n-gga

[b.g.]
i’m on probation, got me, i can’t smoke no blunts
a dirty urine ‘ll have me baggin’ up thirty-six months
just touched down, so i gots to lay low and be cool
but i keep that heat with me because these n-ggas is fools
i do this for my street n-ggas, my thugged out
go-and-drop-off-a-ki n-ggas, stackin’-that-cheese n-ggas
straight-’bout-beef n-ggas
dressin’-in-black-shootin’-up-the-whole-street n-ggas
this is for my n-ggas
i ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ young cash money thug
only thing i was taught comin’ up was guns and drugs
so my thoughts is f-cked up – i’m on some other sh-t
like if-i-can’t-get-you-i-kidnap-your-mother sh-t
or duct-tape-your-brother sh-t, and turn yourself in
turn on the weed eater and swept him ’til i get my n’s
i’ve been affiliated with k!llers all my life
that’s how i am cause all my role models weren’t right, so-

(-hook [b.g.])

[b.g.]
it’s on if it’s on – i’ll ride or die, don’t give a f-ck
drama: i love it – i’m trigga happy, can’t get enough
the streets is my home – that’s all i know
i hustle to beat ya outshinin’ – drive off the showroom floor
baby, beatrice, my n-gga, bryan, and bubba
taught me how to rep – taught me how to be a lil’ stunna
he told me don’t worry ’bout nothin’, get my grind on
let my paper stack, let it be known i got my grind on
gotta have platinum chain, platinum watch, platinum ring
it’s the year 2g – a n-gga like me gotta have things
ain’t no n-gga gon’ cross me cause i’m made
no busta gon’ stop my bounce or attempt to stop my bling
if you really try me then i bring out my choppy
cause i know if i hold ’em right then that n-gga got me
from the east, to the west, up north, and down south, n-gga
got twenty ’round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, n-gga
from the east, to the west, up north, and down south, n-gga
got twenties on your whip, poke your chest out and bounce, n-gga
from the east, the west, up north, and down south, n-gga
got twenty on your wrist, throw your hand out and bounce, n-gga

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