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Yo Yo Yo Yo

Now tell everybody how you came up with your
What was it like try'na get up in the
Harriet's the name saying anything goes
Acting like you never seen a tomboy in clothes
you run around splurging, deepen the excursion
TV people cause I spit the dirty version
Now tell everybody be going through your mind
Up on the stage when you bout to a rhyme
people on my left, seein' people on my right
Every now and them you come across a up mic
Make sure they got water steady with the light
And I rock it so tight, make the bitches a fight
Now everybody bout niggas in your 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
Some smoke, some drink, some battle for kicks
Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na flicks
Now tell everybody what be through your brains
Celeb chick up in the rap
Smoke a rogie in a getting tipsy on a plane
Take a lot of money
Fuck and ride the train
Say my too maley, can't understand me
No album out won a Grammy

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

Now everybody bout niggas on your block
In New Jerus the crime don't stop
See a bunch of little niggas wearing up Tim's
If his been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins
Some like to shoot fuck around lose friends
Some'll your brains out get you for your rims
Now tell bout bitches 'round the way
Who like to
Lose scams
of chicks hit first
Even let they curse
Get a check month
Day job as a
I'm bumping out the crib scratch 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
Drinking all type of
heads on a run
Everytime I a L
Here another one
Now got the munchies
Making front me
in the dro
Niggas fuck and jump me
Now tell everybody how we keep it on
Now where we headed when the get hot
Now we on the Ave.
on lots of gandas
Pumping Jay
Somebody got
one-liners
Car of rhymers
Dipping down the block the cops get behind us
Now tell everybody where you heard it all
Type of shit going into Digga
Say punch lines
Kill 'em all one
still crazy
Even I kick my fun rhymes
Digga
Clientele like faces
Niggas have to go in most cases

All the ladies in the place your hands
All the fellas in the clap your 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)