8BALL - Bounce Wit Me lyrics

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Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

Roll the windows up baby, blow an ounce with me

We tight of the green and Hen

Get in the wind

Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends

Lets do it till the police kick the doors in

Tell them niggaz get to steppin', let all the hoes in

Make room for this big body

In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi

Brave, back as a spade

Teeth glistening, hard core, hittin'

EightBall the one they mentionin'

Hot South southern fried everybody wanna taste

Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place

Show my face, and get love when I'm recognized

G and me in the 5 gettin' high

Ball has got cheese

Showin' love with the thicky

Relax your mind and baby bounce with me

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You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me

Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me

But you know what I really want you to do with me

Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

You could sex on ex in the lex with me

Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me

But you know what I really want you to do with me

Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

Get on a continental jet 7:30 in the A-M

A-T-L bound tryin' to escape the mayhem

Beeper off, at the Swiss with my mistress

Kissin' me, and lickin' me, actin' like she miss this

Playground just for her to play in the hay around

Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around

Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats

Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps

Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee

Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry

Bounce, baby, bounce

Shake the room up

Do it, keep it hyped

So we can blast off

High into the sky

Until the beat stops

But don't stop, till all the hoes clothes drop

Call big Ball Dr. Sticky, got the remedy

Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me

[Chorus]

Now I have been many places, seen so many things

Did what a lot of niggaz only see in they dreams

Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big

Now they let me bust shots all over they wig

In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday

I know it be this way, cause I make a lot of pay

I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally

Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy

Dead, cause everything I said flip like work

Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts

hate to see a player doin' good, I know

Behind my back, talkin' shit like a little hoe

Little did you know, I got the people standin' up

Tucked away, in the cut, makin' platinum stuff

EightBall spittin' nothin' but poetry

Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me

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