Lyrics Turn Up The Bump - 8Ball , MJG
[8Ball:]
Yea...
Get
drunk
and
throw
your
cups
up
and
smoke.
It
ain't
Bob
Marley
if
you
don't
cough
and
choke.
All
haters
somewhere
hatin
cause
they
mad
and
broke.
We
had
a
whole
club
bouncin
when
they
come
to
the
show.
We
get
buck
and
crunk
and
don't
fake
the
funk.
I
don't
pay
for
pussy,
I
don't
hang
with
chumps.
I
got
verses
and
words
no
peas
or
birds.
My
bitch
still
keep
the
45
tucked
in
her
purse.
I
got
leather
and
wood
sittin
on
some
big
ass
shoes
you
not
famous
to
the
police,
have
your
face
on
the
news.
Handcuffed
and
f**ked
my
broad
crying
and
screaming.
Unloyal
ass
niggas
out
here
lyin
and
schemin.
Sent
the
bitches
and
henchman
at
the
dough
with
them
pistols
lay
it
down
nigga
you
know
why
they
came
to
get
you.
Get
rich
or
die
tryin,
live
by
the
iron,
you
could
shoot
the
sun
down
man
I'm
still
gon
shine.
Jump
in
my
ride,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
on
my
game
and
burn
up
some
blunts.
I'm
a
pimp
for
life
I
don't
love
a
hoe,
I
keep
some
heat
tucked
down
in
my
pants
fa
sho.
Jump
in
my
ride,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
on
my
game
and
burn
up
some
blunts.
I'm
a
pimp
for
life
I
don't
love
a
hoe,
I
keep
some
heat
tucked
down
in
my
pants
fa
sho.
[MJG:]
A
300
is
not
a
bentely,
an
apartment
not
a
house,
a
geneva
not
a
rolex,
you
know
what
I'm
talkin
bout.
Don't
you
ever
try
to
offer
me
your
riches
cars
and
clothes
or
bitches
for
cash.
I'll
whoop
yo
ass
hoe.
Untalented
ass
nigga
I'm
not
havin
it,
don't
make
me
pull
a
strap
out
this
cabinet.
I'm
MJG
so
I'm
more
than
a
fantasy,
you
head
strong
girl
but
ya
heart
could
never
handle
me.
I
ain't
no
killa
ass
nigga
but
I
keeps
a
gun.
I
ain't
the
pimpinest
one
but
still
sleep
with
nuns.
You
niggas
makin
crazy
money
yea,
So
what?
Cause
round
here
we
already
made
the
dough
nuts.
A
picture
of
perfection,
mawf**kas
paint
this.
Don't
make
me
have
to
kick
my
foot
up
in
ya
anus.
I
spit
that
pure,
uncut,
give
it
to
ya
real.
That
shit
they
kill
with
is
nice
as
on
suga
hill.
Jump
in
my
ride,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
on
my
game
and
burn
up
some
blunts.
I'm
a
pimp
for
life
I
don't
love
a
hoe,
I
keep
some
heat
tucked
down
in
my
pants
fa
sho.
Jump
in
my
ride,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
on
my
game
and
burn
up
some
blunts.
I'm
a
pimp
for
life
I
don't
love
a
hoe,
I
keep
some
heat
tucked
down
in
my
pants
fa
sho.
[8Ball:]
The
world
love
a
gangsta,
ain't
no
hoe
in
my
blood.
My
dick
get
hard
as
a
rock
for
big
cash
and
bud.
My
niggas
be
on
that
white,
my
niggas
be
on
that
lean,
my
niggas
be
on
them
shrooms,
my
niggas
be
on
them
beans.
I
got
a
dollar
worth
of
dimes
on
the
way
to
the
crib.
My
old
lady
from
jamaica
cookin
chicken
and
ribs.
Super
star
in
the
ghetto,
I
got
that
work
for
cheap.
16
bars
of
meth
and
a
heron
beat.
[MJG:]
Yeah
yeah.
You
want
a
16,
u
better
put
the
dough
in
hand,
cause
I
ain't
answer
it
for
nobody
but
Ed
Mcman.
And
after
he
slide
the
check
under
the
doorcrack,
I
put
the
pistol
on
him
and
make
him
bring
some
more
back.
This
america
we
do
anything
to
do
you
in.
Snitch,
plan,
scheme,
go
hunting
just
to
shoot
a
friend.
MJ!
Tight
I
keep
my
eyes
open,
cause
he
was
playin
with
me,
that's
how
he
died
chokin.
Jump
in
my
ride,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
on
my
game
and
burn
up
some
blunts.
I'm
a
pimp
for
life
I
don't
love
a
hoe,
I
keep
some
heat
tucked
down
in
my
pants
fa
sho.
Jump
in
my
ride,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
up
the
bump,
turn
up
the
bump.
1 Intro
2 Ridin' High
3 Turn Up The Bump
4 Whatchu Gonna Do
5 Bl*w J*b Interlude
6 Hickory Dickory Dock
7 Runnin' Out of Bud
8 Clap On
9 Alcohol P***y W**d
10 Pimpin' (interlude)
11 Worldwide
12 Take It Off
13 Get Low
14 Stand Up
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.