Texty:
8Ball Bounce Wit Me

with me Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me But you know what I really want you to do with me Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me You could

me Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me But you know what I really want you to do with me Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me You could sex

a pocket full of cocaine, But my dimes too small, so im'a grab my 8ball And go for the dice brall, A young ass nigga wit a ol' man roll, The gauges double

up baby Then you can ride in my truck baby An let me off in them guts baby (hey, hey) [Soulja Slim] I'ma project dog wit the lease off You niggas wanna

we commented boming at ya door [x8] Just call me chakrateaze awfully cockin' your properties Dropping the hypothesis make knots and monopoly roll And it ain't no stoppin' me

store Got up got out and got something The 8 ball so I could do some space age pimpin My blood stay young off of 45 colts and chicken Camalton Road filled wit

start (make that pussy fart) {whistle} Whistle while you twurk (twurk some) Hook: 8x ying yang in this thang (ying yang) [Kaine] Let me see ya make

be leaching off of my wealth Can't wait for my death But got me fucked up Aint man enough Nigga you got false nuts Bouncing like rubber balls off the

we what?) Party palet. We party hardy hard [Verse 2:] Life's a bianca, so me and Cali create the Funkra Don't interput me during me mantra Hunts