Turn up the Bump - 8Ball & MJG

Yea…

Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke

It ain’t Bob Marley if you don’t cough and choke

All haters somewhere hatin cause they mad and broke

We had a whole club bouncin when they come to the show

We get buck and crunk and don’t fake the funk

I don’t pay for pussy, I don’t hang with chumps

I got verses and words no peas or birds

My bitch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse

I got leather and wood sittin on some big ass shoes you not famous to the

Police, have your face on the news

Handcuffed and fucked my broad crying and screaming

Unloyal ass niggas out here lyin and schemin

Sent the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down

Nigga you know why they came to get you

Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could shoot the sun down man

I’m still gon shine

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts

I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my

Pants fa sho

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts

I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my

Pants fa sho

A 300 is not a bentely, an apartment not a house, a geneva not a rolex, you

Know what I’m talkin bout

Don’t you ever try to offer me your riches cars and clothes or bitches for

Cash

I’ll whoop yo ass hoe

Untalented ass nigga I’m not havin it, don’t make me pull a strap out this

Cabinet

I’m mjg so I’m more than a fantasy, you head strong girl but ya heart could

Never handle me

I ain’t no killa ass nigga but I keeps a gun

I ain’t the pimpinest one but still sleep with nuns

You niggas makin crazy money yea, So what?

Cause round here we already made the dough nuts

A picture of perfection, mawfuckas paint this

Don’t make me have to kick my foot up in ya anus

I spit that pure, uncut, give it to ya real.

That shit they kill with is

Nice as on suga hill

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts

I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my

Pants fa sho

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts

I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my

Pants fa sho

The world love a gangsta, ain’t no hoe in my blood

My dick get hard as a rock for big cash and bud

My niggas be on that white, my niggas be on that lean, my niggas be on them

Shrooms, my niggas be on them beans

I got a dollar worth of dimes on the way to the crib

My old lady from jamaica cookin chicken and ribs

Super star in the ghetto, I got that work for cheap

16 bars of meth and a heron beat

Yeah yeah

You want a 16, you better put the dough in hand, cause I ain’t answer it for

Nobody but Ed Mcman

And after he slide the check under the doorcrack, I put the pistol on him

And make him bring some more back

This america we do anything to do you in

Snitch, plan, scheme, go hunting just to shoot a friend.

Mj!

Tight I keep my eyes open, cause he was playin with me, that’s how he died

Chokin

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts

I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my

Pants fa sho

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn

Up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump