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8ball mjg - turn up the bump lyrics

[8ball:]
yea…
get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.
it ain’t bob marley if you don’t cough and choke.
all haters somewhere hatin cause they mad and broke.
we had a whole club bouncin when they come to the show.
we get buck and crunk and don’t fake the funk.
i don’t pay for p-ssy, i don’t hang with chumps.
i got verses and words no peas or birds.
my b-tch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse.
i got leather and wood sittin on some big -ss shoes you not famous to the police, have your face on the news.
handcuffed and f–ked my broad crying and screaming.
unloyal -ss n-gg-s out here lyin and schemin.
sent the b-tches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down n-gg- you know why they came to get you.
get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could shoot the sun down man i’m still gon shine.

jump in my ride, turn up the b-mp, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. i’m a pimp for life i don’t love a hoe, i keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.
jump in my ride, turn up the b-mp, turn on my game and burn up some blunts.
i’m a pimp for life i don’t love a hoe, i keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.

[mjg:]
a 300 is not a bentely, an apartment not a house, a geneva not a rolex, you know what i’m talkin bout.
don’t you ever try to offer me your riches cars and clothes or b-tches for cash.
i’ll whoop yo -ss hoe.
untalented -ss n-gg- i’m not havin it, don’t make me pull a strap out this cabinet.
i’m mjg so i’m more than a fantasy, you head strong girl but ya heart could never handle me.
i ain’t no killa -ss n-gg- but i keeps a gun.
i ain’t the pimpinest one but still sleep with nuns.
you n-gg-s makin crazy money yea, so what?
cause round here we already made the dough nuts.
a picture of perfection, mawf–kas paint this.
don’t make me have to kick my foot up in ya -n-s.
i spit that pure, uncut, give it to ya real. that sh-t they kill with is nice as on suga hill.

jump in my ride, turn up the b-mp, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. i’m a pimp for life i don’t love a hoe, i keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.
jump in my ride, turn up the b-mp, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. i’m a pimp for life i don’t love a hoe, i keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.

[8ball:]
the world love a gangsta, ain’t no hoe in my blood.
my d-ck get hard as a rock for big cash and bud.
my n-gg-s be on that white, my n-gg-s be on that lean, my n-gg-s be on them shrooms, my n-gg-s be on them beans.
i got a dollar worth of dimes on the way to the crib.
my old lady from jamaica cookin chicken and ribs.
super star in the ghetto, i got that work for cheap.
16 bars of meth and a heron beat.

[mjg:]
yeah yeah.
you want a 16, u better put the dough in hand, cause i ain’t answer it for n-body but ed mcman.
and after he slide the check under the doorcrack, i put the pistol on him and make him bring some more back.
this america we do anything to do you in.
snitch, plan, scheme, go hunting just to shoot a friend. mj!
tight i keep my eyes open, cause he was playin with me, that’s how he died chokin.

jump in my ride, turn up the b-mp, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. i’m a pimp for life i don’t love a hoe, i keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.
jump in my ride, turn up the b-mp, turn up the b-mp, turn up the b-mp, turn up the b-mp, turn up the b-mp, turn up the b-mp, turn up the b-mp.

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