Snoop Dogg, GRiZ, ProbCause - My Friends and I Pt. 2 lyrics

Grant Kwiecinski

[Snoop Dogg, GRiZ, ProbCause - My Friends and I Pt. 2 lyrics]

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce
That- that- that's what's up

I got my squad on deck
Yeah, yeah, that's who I rep (Woo, wo)
We Ziploc tight, we fresh
Post up with all my friends
This- this- this- this- this that next (yeah)
I'm truly feelin' blessed
Just cashed out all my checks (Uh, huh)
Act like you not impressed (yeah, whatever)
Monster shorty keepin' it lit-eroni
Got cheese like macaroni
Stackin' my ch-ch-cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
I don't stress 'Cause I just clear my head
That meditation flex my glow-up effortless
You know, you know, you know

My friends and I get down
And we don't play around
My DJ got that sound
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
My friends and I get down
And we don't play around
My DJ got that sound
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
My friends and I get down
And we don't play around
My DJ got that sound my friends and I get-

That's what's up
This- this- this- this- this that next
That's what's up that's what's up

Me and my friends, we right back at it again
And we don't plan on stoppin' so
You best to come on in
We got Henn, we got 'gain, we got gin
We got kin we got everything you want and we
Keep a trunk of funk
Let the DJ play the record that
I love which is mine
Bring it back, come rewind
Let it bang one time
Yeah, I knew you like to party like I party
Like I party
Dog house, no doubt, now, back, back, back
(You know, you know, you know)

My friends and I get down
And we don't play around
My DJ got that sound
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
My friends and I get down
And we don't play around
My DJ got that sound
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
My friends and I get down
And we don't play around
My DJ got that sound
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
My friends and I get down
And we don't play around my DJ got that-
B- b- b- bring it again

That's what's up
This- this- this- this- this that next
That's what's up my DJ got that sound

G-g-got his sound
That's what's up (What, what, what, what?)

My fam, oh, got that ammo
The homie know he Rambo
I'll pull up in camo Lambo
B-bumpin', it's my jam, oh
We might seem causin' problems
We showin' love, that's knowledge
(Woo, woo, woo)
We keeps it movin' on the newness
Got a lot of options so delicious
That's why the villain's vicious
My doggies stay ambitious
We all about our bidness
My friends all on the payroll
We countin' up them pesos
Around the clock we stackin' paper
Like, "Where did the day go?"

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