Yeah Pick up the pace now C'mon Yeah This feel like that tight shit That make you just go get the keys to your whip And just bounce Bounce bounce bounce N'ah mean Go stop at the little spot Get you a little bag of the lie And just bounce bounce Yo Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken Spicy seasoning was finger licking Everything looks grand and I feel so good today Jewels jingling below my belly You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic Like we don't give a fuck Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck Then we whylin and we thugging a little Yo we ain't wylin' much A little mellow from the spark of the dutch Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch Speed balling, like we all in a rush While we switch a couple of lanes Flick my little hazard light on Better pull over and get on the lawn Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block Make a grand entry up in the spot You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot It's only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out We never resort to any measure to keep you with me Wylin' with a sinky rinky dinky ring on pinky Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing Ah, tally it up, rally it up From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up I'm talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches Give you something that'll split you up And leave you with stitches Looking pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the conneticut Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it Take off my jacket, hope you can match it When the DJ go scratch up the bounce I hope you could catch it So what Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up Yeah, live it up now, yeah You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip You bouncing from the club, step on the gas And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay Get up on top of that and just Bounce bounce bounce That's what I'm talking about niggas, yeah If you pushing down the Belt Parkway The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway The Cross Island Expressway Southern state, Northern state, Parkway You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know However way y'all traveling You just bounce bounce bounce Blunts burning and all Just keep the windows up though Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah All my bitches in the passenger seat Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah

(Q-Tip) Phiiiiiife Dawg (Phife) Yo Kamal (Q-Tip) Reggie Noble (Redman) Up in ya! (Q-Tip) Yo Busta Bus, yo it's time to step up (Busta Rhymes) You know I plaster, the little bastard And mastered the real way you slap the bitchest niggaz backwards Hah! Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so (mmmhmm) When we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo) Big up my little nigga Pedro Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to) Fuck is that? Especially for niggaz that will pay no Attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all Wonderin how it's activate real quick? But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick! One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz (hah) I know the club got enough niggaz (huh!) To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, To make me exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network! (Redman) Ha-hah! (Q-Tip) Yo Reggie Noble (Redman) Feel me, yo Busta Bus (Busta) What up? (Q-Tip) Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up (Phife) Yo what the fuck, ungh! Check it here, peep the four-man transaction (action) Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin (mackin) You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin (relaxin) Word to Reggie (Phife Dawg) yo it's _Time 4 Sum Aksion_ Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin (climaxin) Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen (make it happen!) Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin? (mad faxin) Eighty G's for one show (eighty G's yo) that's satisfaction (satisfaction) Now which emcee feel like he fuckin with dis heah? (This here) Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah (Nish yeah!) Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish (foolish) My roughest niggaz in the Apple (Apple) on Coolidge (Coolidge) Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow (c'mon) Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow (uh-huh) Freestylin son, like there was no tommorrow (fuck it up nigga fuck it up) Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?) Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow How's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow? Push your wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro (Love Movement) Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it Five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it (Busta) Yo Reggie Noble (Redman) Blaoowww, yo Phife diggy! (Phife) What up? (Busta) Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up! (Q-Tip) Check it out, the original, shit, we makin it takin it, To the extremes, we breakin it when we get Inside a zone then you feel that it's good All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood 'S Niggaz grab the mic with loads of malarky I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy Put it on pooh-butts who's unsettled with ignorance Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence Eighteen wheelin through niggaz like truckers Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus Guaranteein that shorty can move it around In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground Contenders don't you even think to challenge the crown Of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat down Fuck the rigamarole, we vyin for the control We the musical equation of the whole entire nation (Q-Tip) Yo Phife Dawg (Phife) Yes Kamal (Q-Tip) Busta Bus (Busta) What up? (Q-Tip) Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up (Redman) Yo yo I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs Riding dick, get the balls til they come in pairs Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun But I move crowds without a gun Like if -- The New York State Lottery is ninety nine million! Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masousse Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money And best believe I went through more trees than Sonny Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg Shittin, pussy niggaz get Lysol! Heh heh heh

Yeah, operation touch a B I heard that money comes in waves, they say I drowned at 23 And I've been drowning ever since I might need counseling for this shit Because I climbed the mountain fast and all I found was just a cliff The lesson there is getting there is way more fun than getting there But here we are compliantly, got INC's in Delaware Dodged a couple Guinevere's, thank God I got no Lancelots I'm a king, I'm well aware of who's insidе my Camelot Couple women tryna bunk with mе, like threes' a company Y'alls crazy ass might be my shot of Don, but not my cup of tea Once a week I lose my cool, I'm probably downplaying (Ha) Gettin' head in my trailer before I headline, got the crowd waiting My fault, that's just how I do, sometimes I'm reckless, uh My fault, that's just how they do it down in Texas To the people I gave love to who turned around, told me, "Fuck you" If you don't heal what hurt you You'll bleed on someone who ain't cut you, damn Wise words my momma sent, why you think I'm single still? Ain't met a chick as solid yet, I paid my sisters college debt I'm just out here being chosen Doors of opportunity keep creaking open Lotta women claiming I'm they boyfriend like they B. Simone When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment Y'all completely broken, Please just leave me alone, it's gettin kind of weird Hahaha, come on One by one (Yeah) two by two Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up One by one, two by two I'ma knock 'em all down, down Lord have mercy on my soul, I'm 'bout to ship a couple of bricks Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher quick What we do to get this cake? Foul in every way we think Lay down anything for food, quicker than the eye can blink Flow crazy, yeah, this shorty lickin' coke up off my dick Back to fuck, the street's a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit Lord forgive me 'cause I know it's crazy that I had these thoughts Brag stashed in the glove compartment, hand up in the latest Porsche Of course, and while she gobble me between her jaws Money on my mind, lust devil bleedin' through my pores Savage with the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under Keep my eye on every (Woof), cop the latest Maybach Zeppelin Keep a fetish for the most state of the art greatest weapons And though we livin' reckless, always try avoidin' dyin' Cross my heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin' Mama sit and watch her son just grow from such a little angel Morph into a creature she don't recognize at the dinner table Clueless and she can't explain how the hell did I become a Nigga with this darkest that do shit and sickness to her stomach Fuck the shit seen on the surface, mama know my heart is good I'm ain't tryna save myself, I'm busy tryna save the hood Yeah, I know that's what they say, find ourselves in endless trouble Leavin' youngins on the strip, slide on couple hefty bundles Grown-ups tell me that I'm shameful, how I claimed to help the people Helpful as the ones creatin' (Heroin!) for a junkie's needle In one ear and out the other like them niggas talkin' nonsense Fuckin' pussy, throwin' money, livin' foul without a conscience Sniffin' coke (Occasionally) lace my weed when gettin' blunted Balance out my mental, give a homeless man a crispy hundred We at church on Sunday, while I'm out here livin' lies And feelin' like the preacher lookin' at me, steadily replyin' One by one, two by two Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up One by one, two by two I'ma knock 'em all down, down

Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button Pause button Stop button Lock button Belly button Big ol' ti- she pop buttons Head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percosets that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smoking science lab I should have tattoo that say "I'm not like my dad" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Ooh, Lordy" Smelling like Cool Water Y'all got them new Cartier the Rollie was too salty That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie My little b- body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning Sunglasses, smilin' emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God calling (brr, hello?) We making an impact my n- We not just black n- We rich and black n- And all them b- they been after n- They run away then they come limpin' back, n- Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse? To get on my flying horses That's rich nigga problems avoid it My lil' bitch body will solve it And when you say, "Timber", please, will you whisper? My n- I'm quietly falling If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich n-, rich n-, rich n- That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The f- in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothin' but they say "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie You got penny pinch n- problems, lil' whoadie On the bench n- problems, lil' whoadie I got a b- n- problem, lil' whoadie More b- more problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie What is this n- problem, lil' whoadie? I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Yeah If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix