Текст песни Miracle f Pastor Troy - Bounce (Remix)
Miracle f Pastor Troy - Bounce (Remix) слова песни
What, what, what, what, what, whatwhat, what, what,What, what, what, what, whatHook:Bounce, bounce, bounce if you`re with me nigga (4x)Pastor Troy:What`s up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big gameTeacher`s pet, takin` aim, pop the Tech, I`m takin` aimPlenty range, plenty shotPlenty change, plenty glockPack the heat and I`ma keep em` hotAnd I`ma take my cut straight off the topCuz I`m not, nothing likeAnyone, once on the micWish you might, show ya rightHave ya`ll thinking I`m Barry WhiteIn the night, pack em` tight, call a fight, T.K.O.We got mo`, you ain`t know, numero, uno,Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y`all swisher sweetsAnd don`t compete, I`m too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preachI made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourselfIt be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my deathAnd anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fearYou can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, `til you come down hereAnd anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fearYou can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, `til you come down hereHook:Bounce, bounce, bounce if you`re with me nigga (4x)[Miracle]Been here, been real, know the facts, seen the dealMy only goal, to rip a mill`, my only fear is when I killThou who test me, please Lord, keep blessin` meNever forsake me, deliver thee from the thy enemiesHelp me, misery, nightmares, agonyThis the pain I see, make it stop, make it leaveGeorgia Boys, Real McCoy, Miracle with Pastor TroyAin`t no Tonka toy, nuclear, will destroyAin`t no stopping me, the only way, kill meAnd either way, best to believe, every real nigga gonna feel meBump this shit when they bury me, and leave the funeral smokin` weedThat`s how we mourn in the A-U-G, oh no it`s DSGBA nigga like me love to ball, never fall, stand tallI just came out the south, had my back againt the wallFuck the buck, a hundred fall, shot this nigga in his ballLabel me above the law, money is my only causeYeah, I`m a real nigga, fuck the Tommy HilfigerGlen Hill made nigga, red eyed dope dealerPunk me out, bitch I stick this pistol in your mouthBeat you `till you pass out, kick your fucking grill outPounds is what I`m all about, fuck a quarter, fuck a ounce750 all day, ain`t got it, bitch bounceHook:Bounce, bounce, bounce if you`re with me nigga (4x)Pastor Troy: ("Well Uh Huh!" in background for last 8 lines)I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby,Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy,Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper,Niggaz clowning with me, don`t know they claimin they "G"So bump this beat cuz it`s real, just change your air change the stationWatch the story bout hatin`, then another bout bassin`I`m takin` riches to get it, but now I`m sick of this shitSo with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legitI bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculatorWho would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later,Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this seriousWasn`t for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin` thisIn the mist I`m frisked bout three times a day,What I`m doing down here, nigga this where I stayI just pray, that I relay, a message to someAnd let them know, goddamn, ain`t no more play where I`m fromFUCK PLAYIN!!!Hook:Bounce, bounce, bounce if you`re with me nigga(Until fade)