8Ball, MJG - Turn Up The Bump lyrics

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 pussy
I don't hang with chumps
I got verses and words no peas or birds
My bitch still keep the 45
Tucked in her purse
I got leather and wood sittin on some big
Ass shoes you not famous to the
Police, have your face on the news
Handcuffed and fucked my broad
Crying and screaming
Unloyal ass niggas out here lyin and schemin
Sent the bitches and henchman at the dough
With them pistols lay it down
Nigga 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 bump
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 bump
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

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 bitches for cash
I'll whoop yo ass hoe
Untalented ass nigga 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 ass nigga but I keeps a gun
I ain't the pimpinest one but
Still sleep with nuns
You niggas makin crazy money yea, So what?
Cause round here we already
Made the dough nuts
A picture of perfection, mawfuckas paint this
Don't make me have to kick my
Foot up in ya anus i spit that pure, uncut
Give it to ya real that
Shit they kill with is nice as on suga hill

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump
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 bump
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

The world love a gangsta
Ain't no hoe in my blood
My dick get hard as a rock
For big cash and bud
My niggas be on that white, my
Niggas be on that lean, my niggas be on them
Shrooms, my niggas 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

Yeah, yeah you want a 16, you better
Put the dough in hand
Cause I ain't answer it for
Nobody 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 bump
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 bump, turn
Up the bump, turn up the bump, turn
Up the bump, turn up the
Bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump