And dump dump if ya' jump jump The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like
I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's I ain't bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin' 7's and Mack 11's I told 'em all I ain't no hoe But niggas
' it nigga, cocked back, blastin' it nigga Be silent, you can hear the falls tricklin' homie It's ridiculous homie, why the fuck you up on me? That's
here man, woh-woh-woh it's queen bee it's the jump off Verse 1] I been gone for a minute now im back at the jump off {JUMP OFF} Goons in the club in
Shake ya body body, move ya body body Twist ya body body, switch ya body body Dip ya body body, work ya body body Any body body, everybody body Pub-o
] (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!") Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker! You know how we get nigga we wild in the club Motherfuckers, everybody
be Foamed out And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's Cory Gunz
your question to the counsel. [Annie Baxter] Tell the counsel I want my money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary
huh (Shake ya body body, move ya body body) Uh-huh (Twist ya body body, switch ya body body) Uh-huh (Dip ya body body, work ya body body) Uh-huh (Anybody body, everybody
) Anything it's took, it's gone be a breakdown Come through like "hmmm, what I'm goon take now?" Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog It gets ugly even
's up? What's happenin'? Nigga run up, we gon' tear da club up Top rank, best dank, mo' bank in dis game Who could it be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin'
people jump I can't help feeling it's alright When you do your thing everybody sings They like to watch you party Cos everybody wants you When everybody sees ya
for the cup, now pour the hinney Escorted in the club, I brought the whole team Ain't no guest, buts it's a rockstar theme Everybody lookin of course it's
on Eastside, Put on Southside, Put on Westside, Put on let's go. [Verse 2:] Head back, top back, ain't nothing but a young thug, H-K's A-K's I need to join a gun club
... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags and Benjis spreaded through the city The Lambo's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall
city up I catch ya up in the club Empty the 5th on ya You all know it's pussy By Vivica I'm the realest nigga Ya wanna mob with me If you a dealer