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Yo Yo Yo Yo

Now tell everybody how you came up your name
What was it like try'na get up in the
Dirty Harriet's the name anything goes
Acting you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
you run around splurging, deepen the excursion
TV people pissed cause I the dirty version
Now tell everybody what be going through mind
Up on the stage when you to bust a rhyme
Seein' people on my left, seein' on my right
Every now and them you come across a up mic
Make sure they got stay steady with the light
And I rock it so tight, make the bitches a fight
Now tell everybody bout in your camp
How we be rolling, we work and we lam
Got Rock Sham Bus Spliff me six
And another set of caps double in the Bricks
Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for
Some'll your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks
Now everybody what be going through your brains
chick up in the rap game
Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a
Take a whole lot of
Fuck around and ride the
Say my voice too maley, can't 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 tell bout niggas on your block
In New Jerus where the crime stop
See a bunch of niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's
If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes
Some like to shoot dice around lose friends
blow your brains out get you for your rims
Now tell bout bitches 'round the way
Who to hustle
Lose scams
of chicks hit first
Even let they curse
Get a check month
Day job as a
I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch numbers
So I'ma get
they own man running
Now tell everybody how we dipping in the
Or with the swerve don't be no cash
Drinking all type of
Sending on a run
I pass a L
Here another one
Now got the munchies
Making heads me
in the dro
Niggas fuck around and me
Now tell everybody how we keep it on
Now where we headed when the get hot
Now we on the Ave.
Puffing on of gandas
Jay shit
Somebody got
Kicking
Car of rhymers
Dipping down the block when the cops get us
Now everybody where you heard it all first
Type of shit going into verse
Say punch lines
Kill 'em all one
Voice crazy
Even I kick my fun rhymes
Digga
Clientele ghost faces
Niggas have to go in most cases

All the ladies in the place clap your
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)