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Bounce That Azz Lyrics by Master P
Bounce That Azz by Master P
"Bounce That Azz"
(feat. King George, Silkk, and Gangsta T)
-Hey yo P! Wuzzup, dawg? I heard you been out in California, ballin outta
-Yeah, but I'm back home now!
-Hey, yo, holla at ya boy, though!
-Down South hustlin, little Raleigh, we put you on the map yet, dawg?
-Since you back Down South, man, what you got to tell me, though?
Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz
(You shouldn't of wore bikinis if you came to dance. Pull them draws out ya
azz and let ya knees shake)
Back to the 3rd Ward, it sho feel good
Just left Cali, now I'm back in the hood
Ain't been home a week, but already gettin paid black
My homeboys fiendin for that dank, I mean that chronic sack
Bags, hella b**ch, but ain't a damn thing for free
You know I'm from the Calliope so meet me on these ratta streets
A round rolled tablet, these fiends actin bad
Don't make me pop the trunk and get that tac, and tap that azz
Walked through the carway, made it to the gym
Hollered at Michael Brown, Big Willie, and Magnolia Slim
See my old girlfriend, damn she hella fine
Got three kids but ain't none of them hoes mine
Asked her is it all good for a light night creep
She said she on her way, whistled at me at a quarter to three
Gold teeth shinin, diamonds almost blinded her
And just like Brandy, I wanna be down with ya
Say it's all good, jumped in the Lexus
Mobile phone ringin, it's my cousin from Texas
Say they bouncin hard to my sh*t back in 5th Ward
North side, south side and south par
It's that Down South lunatic, livin harder than a brick
Breakin em down, while shakin the town, with hoes all on my dick
Doin what I gotta do, leavin them lawyers without a clue
Playa hatas mad cause my ride on them gold jewels
You hoes bounce that azz, you niggaz get the gat
Playaz in the front, where they at, where they at?
6th folks keep pimpin, you pimps keep pimpin
With a mouth full of gold, I know my sh*t is kickin
5th wheel caddies, tilt like yo daddy's
b**ch you pussy poppin, azz bouncin, I wanna grab it, can I have it?
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5
Nigga it's the S-I-L to the K but don't forget to dot the "i"
Going into that booth like steak (What?)
3rd Ward nigga, fool, N.O., LA
Pretend it's yo birthday like Lou
But we don't love you hoes like Snoop
But like H-Town I wanna knock some boots
(Why?) Just a fool like that
(Why you so laid back?) I'm just cool like that
Game f**kin tight, nigga, a step above
A nigga fully strapped so I steps in the club
1 little, 2 little, 3 little dog b**ches
4 little, 5 little, 6 little dog b**ches
7 little, 8 little, 9 little dog b**ches
Now which one of you hoes is comin home with me?
Pffft! Pffft! Lodi Dodi, who came to party?
I'm not Slick Rick but I'm leavin with somebody
We just some Down South niggaz who rock the mike
Don't give a f**k, cause bounce all night
Pull me out to the ballin, and watch em get served
Bouncin in the U-haul, gettin full of that herb
All them stuntin ass niggaz finna give it up (lay it down)
Lightin up the whole block as I stuff em in the truck
b**ches this the payback, for them weak ass ?twav? sacks
Save that sh*t for to poppa (us Down South niggaz don't play that)
A bout it ass nigga from that boot
(Tell em dawg) all of that is my nature, to up a AK
Ain't takin no shorts, already lost in this system
Either bounce or get bounced, so you hoes get with it
Uptown (bounce that azz, ho)
Downtown (bounce that azz, ho)
The West Bank (bounce that azz, ho)
Louisiana (bounce that azz, ho)
Texas (bounce that azz, ho)
Oklahoma (bounce that azz, ho)
Florida (bounce that azz, ho)
Memphis (bounce that azz, ho)
Alabama (bounce that azz, ho)
Georgia (bounce that azz, ho)
Mississippi (bounce that azz, ho)
Arkanasas (bounce that azz, ho)
Missouri (bounce that azz, ho)
Carolina (bounce that azz, ho)
California (bounce that azz, ho)
Everybody (bounce that azz, ho)
Roll a nigga dick and get f**ked, b**ch. Roll a nigga dick and get f**ked
b**ch. Ha, ha, ha!Ya'll so nasty! Master P and da Down South hustlers in
this muthaf**ka! (Ain't no party like a No Limit Party cause a No Limit
Party is the sh*t) Bout to be outty 5, now, b**ch! (Ain't no party like a
No Limit Party cause a No Limit Party is the sh*t) No Limit Records,
Bouncin and Swingin! And stay off of my niggaz!