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turf talk - bundle bush lyrics

[verse 1]
head to the bundle bush, cop a spot (cop a spot)
put away the marijuana, coke and glock (coke and glock)
coke white, taste risk, keep ’em out the dirt (dirt)
hit the liquor sto’, get a coke white shirt (shirt)
back to the ave’, gettin’ off my count
tryna make a million dollars off a quarter ounce
pull some glue from your thigh, support your high
flaggin’ down every dope fiend that roll by
never put my money in the bundle bush stove
keep my money close, stash in the shoe sole
you can find my money, but you’ll never find the dope
lock me up, i’m bailin’ out, my real n+ggas know
n+gga catch a case, man, you gotta stock up (stock up)
more pills, more weed, more yola (yola)
gotta get my paper right for the lawyer (lawyer)
f+ck the da and the public pretenders

[chorus]
i got dope to push
i got dope to push
i got dope to push
tennis shoe, pimpin’, back and forth to my bundle⸺

[verse 2]
three for fifteen, four for a dub
if the track get slow, i got plug for the hood
if i see somethin’ i don’t like, i don’t serve
one false move, and the po+pos swerve
switch to bundle bush, change the route
get what you can off the game and get out
but i can’t, ’cause this money come too fast
and if you want somethin’, gotta get up off ya’ ass
work the overk!ll, so i went into drought
24+hour grind till the sun out
back and forth up the ave’, in and outta bushes
loved by the gangstas, loved by the pushers
but hated by the haters, that’s why we keep caters
nextel chirp me if the police raid us
it’s cutthroat, bullsh+t aside, nothin’ funny
homie, the only thing i know is gettin’ money
[chorus]
i got dope to push
i got dope to push
i got dope to push
tennis shoe, pimpin’, back and forth to my bundle⸺

[verse 3]
dig a hole in the dirt for the work and move on
hit my knees, grab the dice, get my roll on
malt liquor sippin’, so i’m feelin’ myself, dawg
when i’m sober, i’m cool, but somethin’ about alcohol
downfall, but i keep it gangsta fo’ sho’
ain’t from the dirty south, but i touch it with elbows
about this money, i’m a trip homeboy
call up my homeboys for your boys
keep creases in my pants, way old school
cuttin’ on coke in the public bathroom
don’t advise it, but your boy on shrooms
don’t blame me, your boy just a tycoon
head up, let it thump, good with the fist (with the fist)
shake the turf a second, you can hit me on the hip (hit me on the hip)
catch me at the hotel, come and get the work (come and get the work)
but call before you come, blump the nextel chirp (chirp)
the hoodrat keep the crack tucked in the skirt (skirt)
one false move (move), one phone call (call)
homeboys’ first to draw, first to get off
everywhere i go, i see the same old sh+t
same police, same n+gga, same b+tch
[chorus]
i got dope to push
i got dope to push
i got dope to push
tennis shoe, pimpin’, back and forth to my bundle⸺

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