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(feat. Pastor Troy) What, what, what, what, what, what what, what, what, What, what, what, what, what [Hook:] Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga [x4] [Pastor Troy:] What's up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big game Teacher's pet, takin' aim, pop the Tech, I'm takin' aim Plenty range, plenty shot Plenty change, plenty glock Pack the heat and I'ma keep em' hot And I'ma take my cut straight off the top Cuz I'm not, nothing like Anyone, once on the mic Wish you might, show ya right Have ya'll thinking I'm Barry White In the night, pack em' tight, call a fight, T.K.O. We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno, Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher sweets And don't compete, I'm too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preach I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death SongtexteAnd anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here [Hook:] Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga [x4] [Miracle] Been here, been real, know the facts, seen the deal My only goal, to rip a mill', my only fear is when I kill Thou who test me, please Lord, keep blessin' me Never forsake me, deliver thee from the thy enemies Help me, misery, nightmares, agony This the pain I see, make it stop, make it leave Georgia Boys, Real McCoy, Miracle with Pastor Troy Ain't no Tonka toy, nuclear, will destroy Ain't no stopping me, the only way, kill me And either way, best to believe, every real nigga gonna feel me Bump this shit when they bury me, and leave the funeral smokin' weed That's how we mourn in the A-U-G, oh no it's DSGB A nigga like me love to ball, never fall, stand tall I just came out the south, had my back againt the wall Fuck the buck, a hundred fall, shot this nigga in his ball Label me above the law, money is my only cause Yeah, I'm a real nigga, fuck the Tommy Hilfiger Glen Hill made nigga, red eyed dope dealer Punk me out, bitch I stick this pistol in your mouth Beat you 'till you pass out, kick your fucking grill out Pounds is what I'm all about, fuck a quarter, fuck a ounce 750 all day, ain't got it, bitch bounce [Hook:] Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga [x4] [Pastor Troy: "Well Uh Huh!" in background for last 8 lines] I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby, Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy, Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper, Niggaz clowning with me, don't know they claimin they "G" So bump this beat cuz it's real, just change your air change the station Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin' I'm takin' riches to get it, but now I'm sick of this shit So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later, Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious Wasn't for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin' this In the mist I'm frisked bout three times a day, What I'm doing down here, nigga this where I stay I just pray, that I relay, a message to some And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play where I'm from FUCK PLAYIN!!! [Hook:] Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga [Until fade] Aus Songtexte Mania