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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Master P
Master P
Künstler:in
Gangsta T
Gangsta T
Künstler:in
King George
King George
Künstler:in
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Künstler:in
Steady Mobb'n
Steady Mobb'n
Künstler:in
Young Bleed
Young Bleed
Künstler:in
C-Loc
C-Loc
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
King George
King George
Komponist:in
Gangsta T
Gangsta T
Komponist:in
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Larry D.
Larry D.
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Hey yo P! Wuzzup, dawg? I heard you been out in California, ballin' outta control! Yeah, but I'm back home now! (Hey, yo, holla at ya boy, though!) Since you back Down South, man, what you got to tell me, though? (Down South hustlin', little Raleigh, we put you on the map yet, dawg?) Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Pull them draws out ya azz and let ya knees shake Back to the Third Ward, it sho feel good Just left Cali, now I'm back in the hood Ain't been home a week, but already gettin' paid black My homeboys fiendin' for that dank, I mean that chronic sack Bags, hella big, but ain't a damn thing for free You know I'm from the Calliope so meet me on these ratta streets A round rolled tablet, them fiends actin' bad Don't make me pop the trunk and get that tac, and tap that azz Walked through the carway, made it to the gym Hollered at Michael Brown, Big Willie, and Magnolia Slim See my old girlfriend, damn she hella fine Got three kids but ain't none of them hoes mine Asked her is it all good for a late night creep She said she on her way but whistled meet her at a quarter to three Gold teeth shinin', diamonds almost blinded her And just like Brandy, I wanna be down with ya Say it's all good, jumped in the Lexus Mobile phone ringin', it's my cousin from Texas Say they bouncin' hard to my shit back in Fifth Ward North side, south side, and south par Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz It's that Down South lunatic, livin' harder than a brick Breakin' 'em down, while shakin' the town, with hoes all on my dick Doin' what I gotta do, leavin' them lawyers without a clue Playa hatas mad 'cause my ride on them gold jewels You hoes bounce that azz, you niggaz get the gat Playaz in the front, where they at, where they at? Sixth folks keep pimpin', you pimps keep pimpin' With a mouth full of gold, I know my shit is kickin' Fifth wheel caddies, tilt like yo daddy's Bitch you pussy poppin', azz bouncin', I wanna grab it, can I have it? Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz One to the two to the three to the four to the five Nigga it's the S-I-L to the K but don't forget to dot the "i" Going into that booth like steak (what?) Third Ward nigga, fool, N.O., LA Pretend it's yo birthday like Lou But we don't love you hoes like Snoop But like H-Town I wanna knock some boots (Why?) Just a fool like that (Why you so laid back?) I'm just cool like that Game fuckin' tight, nigga, a step above A nigga fully strapped so I steps in the club One little, two little, three little dog bitches Four little, five little, six little dog bitches Seven little, eight little, nine little dog bitches Now which one of you hoes is comin' home with me? Pffft! Pffft! Lodi Dodi, who came to party? I'm not Slick Rick but I'm leavin' with somebody We just some Down South niggaz who rock the mic Don't give a fuck, 'cause bounce all night Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Pull me out to the ballin', and watch 'em get served Bouncin' in the U-haul, gettin' full of that herb All them stuntin' ass niggas finna give it up (lay it down) Lightin' up the whole block as I stuff 'em in the truck Bitches this the payback, for them weak ass twav sacks Save that shit for to poppa (us Down South niggas don't play that) A bout it ass nigga from that boot (Tell 'em dawg) all of that is my nature, to up a AK Ain't takin' no shorts, already lost in this system It's either bounce or get bounced, so you hoes get with it Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Uptown (bounce that azz, ho) Downtown (bounce that azz, ho) The West Bank (bounce that azz, ho) Louisiana (bounce that azz, ho) Texas (bounce that azz, ho) Oklahoma (bounce that azz, ho) Florida (bounce that azz, ho) Memphis (bounce that azz, ho) Alabama (bounce that azz, ho) Georgia (bounce that azz, ho) Mississippi (bounce that azz, ho) Arkansas (bounce that azz, ho) Missouri (bounce that azz, ho) Carolina (bounce that azz, ho) California (bounce that azz, ho) Everybody (bounce that azz, ho) Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz Roll a nigga dick and get fucked, bitch Roll a nigga dick and get fucked, bitch Ha, ha, ha! Y'all so nasty! Master P and da Down South hustlers in this muthafucka! (Ain't no party like a No Limit party) ('cause a No Limit party is the shit) 'bout to be outty five, now, bitch! (Ain't no party like a No Limit party) ('Cause a No Limit Party is the shit) No Limit Records, bouncin' and swingin'! And stay off of my niggas!
Writer(s): George Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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