Dj Quik - Buck Bounce lyrics

[Verse 1: 8 Ball] What's the deal What's up with a n***a, 8ball up in this Yeah for real Historic hits, n***a like Ali's fist Rock the world Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls Speed it up, and let a real n***a see what ya got lil' girl Got a lil' dough, got something to blow You wanna get like that, gimmie head in the Benz, I love a chick that s** dick like that Dirty, southern gritty Bouncin' through yo' city 2000 rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's Chopin', collar poppin', platinum droppin' Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yeah, Yeah) Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation Hittin' licks, shawty me and my n***as so official with it Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it Like this, go all out n***a don't be scared to bust Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us [Hook 2x: Eightball] Bounce, Bounce Man get up on you feet and help me get it Crunk, Crunk Everybody up in here let me see ya Bounce, Bounce If a n***a trippin we gone make them heaters Buck, Buck Dime pieces let me see you make that a** Bounce, Bounce [Verse 2: MJG] I'm a k** with the mic Before I get buck with the gun 1-9-7-2 was the birth Tell a n***a was the worst You can't f** with the one n***a take ya foot out ya mouth Get ya a** off the couch MJG bringin' the heat when Quik droppin' this beat I know they call it rap, but I'mma rock this beat Breakin 'em off with dope seeds The n***a with the most of this Coast to coast to hit Roll the sh**, Broke the sh** Kept smokin' Then put it down on tape again I got a fifth of Hen Fifth of Gin A fifth for now And a fifth for then Takin my time Take it down shot for shot You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine I got a stack of hoes Matter a fact a n***a smackin' hoes Straight up mack them hoes If you a platinum ho, You gotta keep workin' the b**h Don't stop and relax them hoes A lot of n***as be claimin' to pimp And a whole lot of pimpin' what a n***a be talkin' about But when a b**h tell a n***a to spend some money The mothaf**as still be walkin 'em out Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick See I was born to pimp for this sh** MJG equipped for this sh** Ain't no n***as in here found time Fake a** n***as is scared of my rhyme Pimp tight, break a b**h quick Futuristic n***as take sh** [Hook 2x] [Verse 3: DJ Quik] P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke Rappin' n***as ain't no joke So me to the front of the boards With an MP and piano chords Gettin' back to my evil ways Lick him 3 times, he gone pay Sidetrack, forgot your point It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that Get your peeps up off my cheese Put your money in the pot, go squeeze See the bright red dice just die Shoot a whole meal, I might just try 18 thou with the j**elry on the floor When I hit a lick don't flex no more Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft Put that sh** back in ya pocket I don't sniff that I'm lookin' for the bud, and the brew And some X with a broad with some thug in her j**els (Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on my back I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that Had to be something else to make them irate Give a n***a a minute let me clean the slate No, I ain't have s** with ya wife No, I ain't make threats on ya life b**h, help me get my mind off this sh** with an ounce I don't wanna see you, I wanna feel you [Hook 2x]