| P we got the streets, you ain’t
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| Gotta ask me nothing, you know what I’m bout
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| We don’t dance, we bounce
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| We don’t dance, we bounce
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| We don’t dance, we bounce
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| Throw your hands in the air, and put that boot in your mouth
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| See I ain’t came for romance, like my plans something to do
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| And I ain’t trying to dance, my hands on something new
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| But this nigga mad, cause his old lady she wan' do me
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| I whoop his ass, but he ain’t gon take me to court and try to sue me
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| This nigga he better calm down, cause I hit you in both your shoulders
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| You ain’t know the tre, keep both your arms down
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| When it comes to this shit, nigga I’m never scared
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| I make a nigga lose weight, without going to Jenny Craig
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| I’m from the South, and I don’t know where y’all from shit
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| You from where I’m from, you don’t play by no dumb shit
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| I tell a nigga fresh off the bat, I’m a skinny nigga
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| I ain’t good with lifting weights, but I could lift up a gat
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| Lift up your hat, this just ain’t rap
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| This is not speculation my nigga look, this is a fact
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| Every chick you try to get, I done already bagged
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| And every whip you trying to get, I done already crashed
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| And all them niggas that you with, I mean all of 'em fags
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| Tell your mom I got something, don’t be calling me dad
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| I rep the tank, like United States rep the flag
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| I’m a good dude, but it’s just my rep that’s bad now bounce with me
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| See I don’t dance, but I know how to bounce
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| And um I wasn’t good with math, but I know how to count
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| And um I knew of a bird, before I know the amount
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| I don’t know a lot of shit, but I know how to bag up a ounce
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| See I look good in a Ferrari, but look better in a Roadster
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| I’m good with my hands, but even better with the toaster
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| I’ve been bout stacking, was before I been rapping
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| If the money right I go to Iraq, and bring back Bin Laden
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| See I lay you down, like you bout to take a nap
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| I changed since I rap, it’s enough for me to take it back
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| P, that boy got a chick I like
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| That boy, got a chick I like
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| I told him look let her go (let her go), let her go (let her go)
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| Don’t handcuff her whodi, let your girl work the flo'
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| She can get ride of real playa, I be chilling in my Lac
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| Only wanna fuck you, when I’m through I’ll give her back
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| I’m a vet like Warren Sapp, and y’all boys rookies
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| I can’t walk a straight line, cause I was born to be crooked
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| My daddy sold dope, and my mama bagged it up
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| And I’m in the middle of the hood, screaming I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m wild like a monkey, I carry two bananas
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| I jacked Nickelodeon, cause I ain’t Nick Cannon
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| Set it off, and break bread with me
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| Find you on the back of a milk carton, cause you shouldn’t of played with me
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| I live like Richard Hamilton, when I fucking mask up
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| I roll with a squad of killas, so y’all better back up
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| Take a bow to the sky, bout to take 'em outside
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| We act a fool in the club, got some spinners on the ride
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| We don’t dance, we bounce
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| A bunch of country motherfuckers, with them golds in our mouth
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| Throw your hood up and bounce, throw your hood up and bounce
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| You know you balling, if you slanging by the ounce |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Bounce, artist - Silkk The Shocker. Album song Based On A True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп