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Yo Yo Yo Yo

Now tell everybody how you up with your name
What was it like get up in the game
Dirty the name saying anything goes
Acting like you never seen a tomboy in clothes
Like you run splurging, deepen the excursion
TV people pissed cause I the dirty version
Now tell everybody what be going through your
Up on the stage you bout to bust a rhyme
people on my left, seein' people on my right
Every now and them you across a fucked up mic
Make sure they got water steady with the light
And I rock it so tight, make the start a fight
Now tell everybody bout niggas in camp
How we be rolling, when we and we lam
Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp me six
And set of caps double that in the Bricks
smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
Some'll your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks
Now tell everybody what be through your brains
Celeb up in the rap game
Smoke a rogie in a store tipsy on a plane
Take a whole lot of
Fuck around and ride the
Say my voice too maley, can't me
No out superbitch won a Grammy

All the ladies in the place your hands
All the fellas in the house your hands
(Everybody)
(Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
(Everybody)
(Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)

Now tell everybody bout on your block
In New Jerus where the don't stop
See a of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's
If his stash been tapped it was probably Mins
like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends
Some'll blow your out get you for your rims
Now tell everybody bout bitches the way
Who to hustle
Lose scams
Type of hit first
let they kids curse
Get a check every
Day job as a
I'm bumping out the crib playing card numbers
So I'ma get
they own man running
Now tell everybody how we in the stash
Or with the don't be spending no cash
all type of goodies
Sending on a run
Everytime I a L
Here comes one
Now bitch got the
Making heads me
in the dro
Niggas around and jump me
Now tell everybody how we keep it on
Now where we headed when the get hot
Now we on the Ave.
Puffing on lots of
Jay shit
Somebody got
Kicking
Car of rhymers
Dipping down the block when the cops get us
Now tell everybody you heard it all first
Type of shit going into verse
Say intellect lines
Kill 'em all one
Voice still
Even I kick my fun rhymes
Digga
like ghost faces
Niggas have to go rewrite in cases

All the ladies in the place your hands
All the fellas in the house clap hands
(Everybody)
(Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
(Everybody)
(Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
(Everybody)
(Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
(Everybody)
(Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)