Lyrics:
instrumental refrain.
Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals
speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
Gucci bag with the Louis belt
You know I keep the Glock by the stash on the shelf
Your money too short nigga yous
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps
Straight G shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Will you ride with me
bumps come up on you
And when that rhythm finally hits you
When the beat gets you through
Well, here's the thing for you to do
(sax & instrumental
Bump bump, ha ha ha
Make it bump, bump bump
Bump bump, said what?
Bump bump, yeah
Yo, kick this shit homie!!
Ha ha ha
Once again, it's the shadiest
when you look me in the eye
Is it all in my mind? I can't bare a beat tonight
Oh, I, oh, I can't lie
I get goose, I get bumps
I get chills and I'm
and males
Both headed all for the disco
The DJ plays your favourite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic, poof
Bump, bump, bump, get bump
See that commander, how he struts,
Followed by the neighbors' barking mutts,
What a commotion, biff, boom, bang!
Here comes the Captain and his
It’s been on my mind
It’s been on my mind
Yeah
S2R shit man, Street 2 Riches
Lor Mike Baby
Shit that's been on my mind
Ni**as be lying they bump my
Trunk
Beats hittin' soo hard
I'm smoothing out these speed bumps
Youngins like, old dude, quit mane
This can't be fair
Its like he's breathing in "rhyme
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
sorta seem real sort of
By my head is spinning
All right solid groovy bump me
All right solid groovy bump me
Sweat sweat sweat sweat head spinning
All
Without all this pressure man no-one can shine we all diamonds.
No pressure no diamond another bump in the road
No pressure no diamonds climb up out
A-T-L to S-T-L
On them thungs and crunk as hell
Your system blast, then let it bump
Spark the L and raise it up
Fifteens in my shit, you know
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo and the Pound, we don't fuck around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down,
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
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo and the Pound, we don't fuck around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down,
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
that I could move on
'Till I was shook by your shaved head
I never thought I would see your sweet face again
Luck or a dream the odds you'd bump into me
Finger guns locked and loaded
Notice that I'm slow on the draw
Everybody's been here before
Bump the open mic
Crash out by design
Now everybody's
Sex in my jeep baby, Back seat on my jeep baby (baby, baby)
We can freak in my jeep baby, The steel of wonders on my jeep baby
On my bumps up
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