DJ Quik Buck Bounce Lyrics
            Artist: Eightball & MJG f/ DJ Quik
            Album:  s___e Age 4 Eva
            Song:   Buck Bounce
            Typed by: flossyicedhotboy2002@hotmail.com
        
            (Eightball)
            Whats the deal
            Whats up with a n____, Eightball up in dis here
            Fa real
            Historic hits, n____ like Ali's fist
            Rock the world
            Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
            Speed it up, and let a real n____s see what ya got lil' girl
            Got lil' doe, got something to blow
            You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
            I love a chick that suck d___ like that
            Dirty, Southern gritty
            Bouncin' through yo' city
            2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's
            Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
            s___e Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
            Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
            Hittin' licks, shawty me and my n____s so official with it
            Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
            Like this, go all out n____ don't be scared to bust
            Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
        
            (Chorus 2X: Eightball)
            Bounce, Bounce
            Man get up on you feet and help me get it
            Crunk, Crunk
            Everybody up in here let me see ya
            Bounce, Bounce
            If a n____ trippin we gone make them heaters
            Buck, Buck
            Dime pieces let me see you make that a__
        
            (MJG)
            I'm a killer with the mic
            Before I get buck with the gun
            1-9-7-2 was the birth
            Tell a n____ was the worst
            You can't f___ with the one
            n____ take ya foot out ya mouth
            Get ya a__ off the couch
            MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
            I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
            Breakin 'em off with dope seeds
            The n____ with the most of dis
            Coast to coast to hit
            Roll the s___, Broke the s___
            Kept somkin'
            Then put it down on tape again
            I got a fifth of Hen
            Fifth of Gin
            A fifth for now
            And a fifth for then
            Takin my time
            Take it down shot for shot
            You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
            I got a stack of hoes
            Matter a fact a n____ smackin' hoes
            Straight up mack them hoes
            If you a platinum hoe, You gotta keep workin' the b____
            Don't stop and relax them hoes
            A lot of n____s be claimin' to pimp
            And a whole lot of pimpin' what a n____ be talkin' about
            But when a b____ tell a n____ to spend some money
            The m________as still be walkin 'em out
            Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
            Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
            See I was born to pimp for this s___
            MJG equipped for this s___
            Ain't no n____s in here found time
            Fake a__ n____s is scared of my rhyme
            Pimp tight, break a b____ quick
            Futuristic n____s take s___
        
            (Chorus 2x)
        
            (DJ Quik)
            P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
            See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
            Rappin' n____s ain't no joke
            So me to the front of the boards
            With an MP and piano chords
            Gettin' back to my evil ways
            Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
            Sidetrack, forgot your point
            It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
            Get your peeps up off my cheese
            Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
            See the bright red dice just die
            Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
            18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
            When I hit a lick don't flex no more
            Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
            Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
            Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
            Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
            Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
            Put that s___ back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
            I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
            and some X with a broad with some thug  in her jewels
            (Got s__) 6 uniforms all on my back
            I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
            Had to be something else to make them irate
            Give a n____ a minute let me clean the slate
            No, I ain't have s__ with ya wife
            No, I ain't make threats on ya life
            b____, help me get my mind off this s___ with an ounce
            I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
        
            (Chorus 2x)
        
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