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