hot That when I rob your mansion You ain't call the cops You call the fire station 'Cause my flavor's so sweet You'll be zoom, zoom, zoom Don't even
I blow an ounce and make you bounce Just like a sixty-four (Robyn) Now you know me I'm a woman of peace I don't never take nothin' don't belong to me
rawness, state to state hood streets and block corners Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last But I won't
then If you ain't with it then we gone then We ain't no boys, we grown men If you ain't gon' dance then don't then Why you wanna waste a niggaz song?
wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong Now, make it official and drink some of that Dom I don't mind buying blue, you riding too Don't
rat-haired bitch I was sittin' at my home, all alone Thinkin' 'bout bitches I use to bone Tight young bitches, I can't deny Rat-haired bitches, I can't
t shit They ain't ridin' on dubs, they ain't shit They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain't shit They ain't shit, they ain't shit Fuck the Ying
Ain't gotta say no more we let the vibe be your host And let the rude boy roast, and like the fat rump roast Won't you take a taste of this, you're on
another jungle brother. [me] q-tip, his name, he's into business, not into games So q-tip when the light turns green, Grab your bone and show them what I mean. My bone
everybody, if you don't know you won't know i go by the name of big snoopy d with double ? and you inside of the big blue ? and we will be bouncing wide
alleys, throw your hands in the air Steppin' to the park in the hill you can?t hang The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang Don?t slip, the
best sex, fuckin' in Wessex The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw 'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw Chorus (2x): B-Real You better bounce
make them bounce Chorus: If you're chillin on the ave (Ya gotta bounce ta this) If you're cooling in your house (Ya gotta bounce ta this) If you're rocking in a waterbed (Ya gotta bounce
you don't stop It goes onto the rhythm, you don't stop Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The universal magnetic b-boy, scientific y'all You don't
my drop bounce I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe with that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women got
(yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail Then left my fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have