8 Ball & MJG
It's Bad Boy South, niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin' for
C'mon now, let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it, how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Everybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up
Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it
up
Rollin' by, lookin' good, put it in reverse, then back it up
What's the deal? Lemme make it clear, what you got right here
They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball an' G, part of the streets 'coz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games, we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains, we gon' spray them round
Buss a nigga head,
smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga, bitch
You don't want drama, no
You don't want none, no
You don't want drama, no
You don't want none, no
Get up, get crunk, let's race to the trunk
Get a pump, unload an' dump, fuck it, he chose to jump
In the middle of a fire, scotch an' burn him, let's overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him an' over beat him
MJG is
the reason yo' season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life an' lucky yo' wife was bleedin'
Now your life is leavin' yo' body for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started, never fuck with G an' E
In any climate, I'm shinin', floss, I'm perfect wit timin'
I'm good for rippin' an' rhymin' in an' out the beat
An' 8 Ball is loadin' the clip for niggaz supposin' to trip
An' you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free
Buss a nigga
head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
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Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga, bitch
You don't want drama, no
You don't want none, no
You don't want drama, no
You don't want none, no
8 Ball an' G, get it crunk fo' sho'
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin', my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin', in
pools wit models in 'em
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture is two of the greatest
The realest, you bump some Ball an' G you gon' feel it
Guaranteed, muh'fucker, stamp, sign, seal it
We placin' the fakest, they don't give it up, we gon' take it
The realest up in in this niggaz buckin', bitches shakin'
They asses but cash it, might be a habit
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho,
shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga, bitch
You don't want drama, no
You don't want none, no
You don't want drama, no
You don't want none, no
So here we go, Bab Boy South
Ball an' G, Orange Mound, New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon, I said, let's tear this shit up
Yeah, Ball an' G, Bad Boy
South
Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money, niggaz, yeah, as we proceed
It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up
Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it
up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot
the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bitch... nigga!
Bitch... nigga!
Bitch... nigga!
Bitch.
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
Get up (Get up) Get crunk (Get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Forget it, close the trunk
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him
Find more lyrics at
※ Mojim.com
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In any climate I'm shinin, floss, I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat
And Eightball is
loadin the clip, for niggaz supposin to trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip, we finna set 'em free
Eightball and G, get it crunk fa sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest
The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal
it
We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it
The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches shakin
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it
So here we go, Bab Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon... I said let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's
go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed.