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ysr gramz & louie ray - bounce thru the hood lyrics

[verse 1: louie ray]
bounce through the hood with a strap, this sh+t usual
you can’t copy what i do, it might confuse you
fall out with me, you gon’ need somewhere to move to
big body like a double r, how i move through
grip tight, i can grab and squeeze juice
new car, i can stab and squeeze through
n+ggas ain’t been keeping that sh+t gangsta, they need to
all i see is a bunch of w+ngstas and ja rules
i be cracking hoes that be foes and dimes too
i can take a b+tch to black rock and prime too
[?] out the way, then i’ma slime too
i can run for years with a strap, i’m [?] too
ain’t n0body try to turn me up, we going live too
ain’t n0body gave me sh+t, that’s on my mind too
i went around looking for the real, only found you
looking at myself in the mearor, like you found who?
me

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
i’m looking at myself, i’ma sign you
if you ever do some bullsh+t to me, i’ma find you
a lotta these n+ggas sound like me, i should fine you
n+gga, you ain’t no shooter, you got a jumper like lebron do
i’m a young sack runner, let me rmind you
i’ll run over you n+ggas like [?]
you see that gun on my hip, i paid a band for it
old school n+ggas still trapping off an android
my n+gga out here selling cribs,he a landlord
i remember sleeping on the floor, ain’t have a headboard
i ain’t have n0body on my team, they wasn’t paying forward
i can’t smoke by myself, i get paranoid
high as h+ll smoking weed, got some red [?]
if i ain’t got my gun on my hip, i know my friend blowing
i need bands more, what i need a friend for?
this sh+t ain’t happen overnight, i got it out the sand [?]
we ain’t gon’ do sh+t to your ass, what you ran for?
now days, [?] sh+t, what you stand for?
send a hundred shots on your block, i should send more
you ain’t did sh+t to your opps, you should spin more
i’ma talk brazy, til you put me on a billboard
i ain’t [?] music, they don’t feel your’s
[verse 3: louie ray]
[?] crib, paying her landlord
you make me lose [?]
did good at the school of hard nox, you know i had [?]
walked out with my daploma, you ain’t have your’s
[?] my crib [?]
[?]
don’t think that i’m just dealing out a zip, you know i had more
he complain ’bout everything, you know his ass poor
you always sitting on your ass, you got [?]
[?] spots [?]
i know somebody else that hit her too, but i’ma brag more
it’s really too much money in my pockets, what i sag for
got a hand me down crib, [?]
don’t live with your hand me downs [?]
he say i cut him off, [?]
[?] news [?] bag for

- ysr gramz louie ray lyrics

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