[MJG]

I can make you get buck 

Even if you don't go to the club that much

I got so much rhythm I can feel it

MJG and Eightball we the realest

Baby you can bill it to the P.O. box

When you feelin real good

Luxury soft leather with the real wood

Type of attitude whenever I come around

After-party baby welcome down to U-Town



[Eightball]

I roll with them fools who love to blow trees

I represent Eightball and MJG

You wanna get down you wanna flow like us

G's from overseas blow drow like us

I love them women who got they head on straight

I love them women who like to lay it on eight

Jump in with me we can dip flip

Start a relationship with your lips and your hips



[Chorus]

DJ's playin the music make the dance floor want to move it 

Move your body at the party at the party at the party



[MJG]

Are you feelin like I'm feelin cause I'm feelin good naw wait great

Feelin like I could move a whole damn state, huh-uh, a planet

And it's time for the beat to do damage 

Ain't nobody gonna tell us how to do it

We gon' do it how we wanna do it

We gon' bring it how we wanna bring it

And if you can't understand how we flow

Its provision decision revision then go

And I can't understand how I'm on 

And I'm still going strong with the green sticky gone out my system

It keeps me up when hard times beat me up



Im lookin good as I look into my rear view

Now hear me like you want me to hear you

Put your worries and your debts all behind you

And let the rythm of the Alpine find you



[Chorus]



[Eightball]

We gon' bounce bounce till we can't no more

Puff puff till it ain't no more

Drink Drink till we throw up on the floor

Shine so bright we make the whole world glow

Got soul fo' sho' we deep from the South

Haters they try but they ain't keeping us out

We peepin the doubt but thats alright 

My mic skills be tight ain't just aight

This for all my dogs who got love in they heart

Be an individual and show it in your art

For all of those who disagree we ain't trippin

We ride the slab wit' that space age pimpin

Ball and G and thats all we be and thats all we see and thats all we need

No fakes or snakes that wanna rape a tape 

Just us and the beats for the DJ to play



[Chorus till end]