Turn Up the Bump

Yeah, 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 have the 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 P's 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 fucked, my broad crying and screaming
Unloyal ass niggas out here lyin' and singin'
Setup bitches and henchman at the door 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, mayne, I'm still gon' shine

Jump in my ride and turn up the bump
Turn on my game and burn up some blunts
I'm a pimp for life, I don't love a ho
I keep some heat tucked down in my pants' fa' sho'

Jump in my ride and turn up the bump
Turn on my game and burn up some blunts
I'm a pimp for life, I don't love a ho
I keep some heat tucked down in my pants' fa' sho'

A 300 is not a Bentley, 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 rent and cars and clothes
And bitches for cash, I'll whoop yo' ass, ho

Untalented ass nigga I'm not havin' it
Don't make me pull a strap out this cabinet
I'm MJG, someone more than a fantasy
You headstrong, girl, but your heart could never handle me

I ain't no killer ass nigga, but I keeps a gun
I ain't the pimpinest one but still sleep with nuns
You niggas makin' crazy money, yeah, so what?
'Cause 'round here, we already made the dough nuts

A picture of perfection, muh'fuckers paint this
Don't make me have to kick my foot up in your anus
I spit that pure, uncut, give it to ya real
The shit that killed Wesley Snipes' daddy on Sugar Hill

Jump in my ride and turn up the bump
Turn on my game and burn up some blunts
I'm a pimp for life, I don't love a ho
I keep some heat tucked down in my pants' fa' sho'

Jump in my ride and turn up the bump
Turn on my game and burn up some blunts
I'm a pimp for life, I don't love a ho
I keep some heat tucked down in my pants' fa' sho'

Yeah, the world love a gangsta, ain't no ho 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
Superstar in the ghetto, I got that work for cheap
16 bars of meth and a heron beat

Yeah, yeah, you want a 16, you better put the bread in hand
'Cause I ain't answerin' for nobody but Ed McMahon
And after he slide the check under the door crack
I put the pistol on him, 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 (Pimp tight), I keep my eyes open
'Cause he was playin' with me, that's how he died chokin'

Jump in my ride and turn up the bump
Turn on my game and burn up some blunts
I'm a pimp for life, I don't love a ho
I keep some heat tucked down in my pants' fa' sho'

Jump in my ride and 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