Lyrics:
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
understand why ya keep a girl, just to sell her game again
You singing and hugging like no one can stop you, no one come to save you again
Okay there's
concerned with makin babies
Never lookin for work the streets
Raised me for war
Schooled in laws of currency by
The ways of robbery thought
They never stop me
between them hips
No limit soldier, so come and ride me baby
Hard to stop when I'm inside ya baby
Now it's the new sheriff in town, down
you and your peeps to bump inside your jeeps
Your Acura, Honda or whatever
Bump it in the Benzi and get your head together
Strollin down the F.D.R.
thanking God
For my pimped out ride and my gangster squad
Stack some paper in my bank
Then jump in my plane and takin' off
Hide your kids, cuz I'm poppin'
AND WAIT WAS THE WAY WE MADE OUR MIX TAPES. ONCE WE FILLED THEM UP WE WOULD BUMP THEM IN THE RIDE FOR ME I HAD MY BROTHA JC BY MY SIDE WE WOULD ROLL
call me Vegas
I just... WANT A... BAD BITCH
To make me grits
Wrist so lit
Windows down gotta bump that nip
Other guys do it by not like this... trick ahh
Do ride up with the 20 inch wheel
wood grain in the slamp for the sex appeal
got 'em bumpin' jumpin' sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
the way
I look you dead in ya face
Say I love you see the smile on ya face
Right by yo side you ain't alone in this race
We get alone I wanna see you in
on me
Why do brothers bump they gums and debate on me
Why when I ride by and don't stop
You feel I disrespected your block
If you had a top-notch
stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo
Is this temporary or is you staying
You better than my wishes
A dream I can't envision
Cooking me expensive dishes up in my kitchen
By my side like
fun, then we'd never get along
Spin the bottle with ya tongue
Dentro un mensaje from the sun
Sinner in me cynically seated eenie meenie miney mo
Don't
track
But I ain't come here, my nigga, for no sorrow, no wounds
But I'ma stay bumpin' 'til I bump by head on my tool
For real
Niggas wanna blame us
Ya bitch in the spot and she movin
We boppin our heads to the music
Don't be shy drive the boat
Like a cruise ship
Zooted ya man by my side
Like he
chick come in a whip let me see ya sit
Me and Nelly holdin it down bout to freak the shit
Hearin me spit so you can ask me who I sound like
But I
like chicken, listen, I’m stickin’ to your ribs
Wit the words that I spit, you know what time it is
Poetry in motion, clouded by tokin’ the potion
I’m
chunk ya' over like white with a razor
Several automatics in a Blazer
Before we bump you off
Give me that plate and the lazer
Chorus...till fade
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creep show, but yo
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline
it I'ma kill 'em in this
To the hatas I gotta send 'em a gift
Bump this in your ride or in the club
* Givin everybody what they need
I give it all
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