Roll the windows up baby  blow an ounce with me
 We tight of the green and Hen
 Get in the wind
 Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends
 Lets do it till the police kick the doors in
 Tell them niggaz get to steppin'  let all the hoes in
 Make room for this big body
 In a big body  pimp caso  the life of a 'cardi
 Brave  back as a spade
 Teeth glistening  hard core  hittin'
 EightBall the one they mentionin'
 Hot South southern fried everybody wanna taste
 Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place
 Show my face, and get love when I'm recognized
 G and me in the 5 gettin' high
 Ball has got cheese
 Showin' love with the thicky
 Relax your mind and baby bounce with me

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 You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
 Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me
 But you know what I really want you to do with me
 Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
 You could sex on ex in the lex with me
 Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
 But you know what I really want you to do with me
 Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

 Get on a continental jet 7:30 in the A-M
 A-T-L bound tryin' to escape the mayhem
 Beeper off, at the Swiss with my mistress
 Kissin' me, and lickin' me, actin' like she miss this
 Playground just for her to play in the hay around
 Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around
 Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats
 Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps
 Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee
 Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry
 Bounce, baby, bounce
 Shake the room up
 Do it, keep it hyped
 So we can blast off
 High into the sky
 Until the beat stops
 But don't stop, till all the hoes clothes drop
 Call big Ball Dr. Sticky, got the remedy
 Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me

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 Now I have been many places, seen so many things
 Did what a lot of niggaz only see in they dreams
 Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big
 Now they let me bust shots all over they wig
 In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday
 I know it be this way, cause I make a lot of pay
 I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally
 Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy
 Dead, cause everything I said flip like work
 Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts
 hate to see a player doin' good, I know
 Behind my back, talkin' shit like a little hoe
 Little did you know, I got the people standin' up
 Tucked away, in the cut, makin' platinum stuff
 EightBall spittin' nothin' but poetry
 Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me

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