on our team and they ready to dump I hope you dig that 'cause this ain't where it's at Just keep a gangsta and help a playa spin up deez stacks 'Cause
it gangsta i'm a keep it gangsta she gon keep it gangsta we gon keep it gangsta i'm a keep it gangsta she gon keep it gangsta u can keep it gangsta we
gon' have eight digits that is Let's go (Let's go) Nobody gave me nothing I made 50 of a pack When I made 100 I ran straight to the block Bounced back
', gang bangin' nigga brang it at me Eastsider, Ruff Ryder loved by the masses We the niggas holla out the set when we blastin' Insane 20 gang, anything
All my niggaz, all my bitches Get high, get drunk get wild buck fool You know my style, get crunk Bitches bounce, niggaz bounce And let me give you that
pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop! [Jayo Felony] Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums It's the ?Bidulo Gang
we're doing it all the time So you'd better get some better beats And uh, get some better rhymes We got the gang set so don't complain yet Twenty-four
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give 'em
-naa-naa I'm sippin' shun dun until the sun done Don't need another one but I'mma pop another one Give you my word that I'm more gangsta than the worst
you in the truck Sex so good you can't do it enough Bounce that ass bitch, bounce that ass bitch Bounce that ass bitch, short dog in the house Just bounce that ass, bounce
and then sent your ass home One punk came and went Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a pimp (MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta) Would've never been shit
leave today But I know it won't last long They sayin' fuck Ant Banks Now all my bitches is gone All my bitches are gone, them bitches bounced I had a gang
why you grillin' the Lox If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family Gangstas don't die, they get
why'd you have to leave for so long? I'll never give you up Never seemed to act touchable, that was the start [Crooked I] She was a gangsta ass bitch
loss it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa talks to throw away gats in the air for makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa niggaz beware the ganga-gangsta
a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes Don't you ever, don't you ever Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha Verse One: Fuck them hoes, let 'em bounce
out the lights and close the door But (but what) we don't love them hoes, So we gonna smoke an ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while my fuckers bounce