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ray cash – bumpin’ my music (explicit version) lyrics

[intro]
that’s right, uh… recognize real ghetto vision, n-gg-
cleveland… open up ya’ doors
[verse 1: ray cash]
i’m in the old school ’84 delta 88
wit’ a ounce, but i’m bouncin’ like i’m out here movin’ weight
b-mpin -biggie- in the pioneer as i reminisce
before that it was “d’evils” took ’em back to ’96
i went down to houston for some face
mary jane wit’ a coincidence i’m blowin’ swishas doin the same thing
six-hundred for some big “o’s”, -400 degrees-
i’m a ho, playaz club, -ice cube-, -master p-
and since i’m movin’ my yay, know i got “ugk”
ridin’ dirty lookin’ for that high life pimp what more can i say?
i’m just stickin’ and movin’, under my seat is my tool, and i keep it for
any n-gg- wanna be trippin’ or foolin’
i’m just b-mpin’ my music as i’m spinnin’ the ben
i’m b-mpin’ -pac-, picture me rollin’ without spillin’ my “hen”
yeah… yeah, now as i spin in the ben, i’m b-mpin’ -pac- picture me rollin’
without spillin’ my “hen”
[hook: repeat 2x]
i’m just b-mpin’ my music… music… music.
b-mpin’ my music
wanna hear my music? well let me open up my door
release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow.
[verse 2]
now back to the ’84 big body 2 door
no blaze on the muhf-cka but it still roll
memba’ what told you what i had stashed in the dash
back in the past… well… now i got two “o’s”
ricky tells, two show, comin’ out hard
doors wide open, kids dancin in the yard
while i’m stuntin’ like evel knievel man
b-mpin’ cutl-ss, monte carlos and “rivas” man
rollin’ in “slow mo”, like the whole block screwed
like bill ’79, b-mpin’ -devin the dude-
on the way to the telly, we was b-mpin’ -r. kelly-
and right before i cut her, it was “confessions” from -usher-
she ain’t used to a thug, she love the way i ride
while i’m b-mpin’ “my life” by -mary j. blige-
see i d-mn near cried day -rick james- died
see that sh-t was “cold blooded”, but the music keep pumpin’
[hook]
[–verbal–]
yeah… face mob is in the builind
i’m in the area
hey, i like that sh-t you on, ya dig?
and i got some sh-t i’ma put you on… i’ma put you on that sh-t i be on
[verse 3: scarface]
it was like f-ck the police comin’ straight from the underground
a young n-gg- blowin’ -big- comin’ down
a n-gg- with the att-tude easy re-in’ -dre and q-
creepin’ up the avenue, that how you had to do
yes… i’m the rhythm, the rebel without a cause, never lowerin’ my level
i’m on some -chuck d- sh-t from pe
six in the mornin’ i hustle with -ice t-
six in the evenin’ i’m chillin’ wit’ -w-lly b-
leavin’ out the nickel i’m b-mpin’ some -kool g. rap-
back to the neighborhood, shoot me some cr-ps
i’m f-ckin’ wit’ that pluck wit’ the kool aid pack
and now i got a brotha by the name of -warren lee-
hot shot regal illegal, like marley
i get down like i’m -bdp-
-ss blaster like blast faster c-cked and squeeze
[hook]

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