Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn up the Bump, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song Ridin' High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Turn up the Bump |
| 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 |