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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Dee
Jay Dee
Performer
James Yancey
James Yancey
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James Yancey
James Yancey
Songwriter
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James Yancey
James Yancey
Producer

Lyrics

Go, uhh, bounce This is for all my live people That wanna hear some live shit Uh, this for you, ha All my live bitches, what the fuck up? My live niggas tear the whole fuckin' club up 'Cause when we up in the cut you gotta (Give it up) Nigga what we out for the Benjamins (Give it up) Give it up we wanna live it up (Give it up) Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis When time warner let go prince, ridin' by betta get yo bitch She definitely ready to spread them hips, psst ohh Shit stink you seen me in the lex so sick with the beat dude Talk shit and quick with the heat too John Wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tek And the tek be like datin' the deck it's lethal Killin' it for my people Still up in the whip illegal And clip be on the hip for these folks tryin' to take what's mine End up opposite where the sunshine kid, run my shit? You gotta give it 'cause we on some fly (Give it up) Shit make niggas tear the roof off (Hot) What the fuck you thought? 'Cause when we up in the cut, you gotta (Give it up) Nigga what? Big face Benjamins (Give it up) Give it up we wanna live it up (Give it up) Ladies, hands in the air this is a stick up (Give it up) (Give it up) All live niggas tear the club up (Give it up) Give it up, y'all niggas don't want it And if so put your doe on it I come from 7 mile and Conant and the crew is scandalous And they quick to smack a nigga open handed We get the cheddar stankin' up, betta rack 'em up game over 5 TV's in the rover now We rollin' all over town gettin' blowed in the rover Now we gettin' chose sippin' mo' we bendin' 'em over now (Whoa) See my whole crew is like (Whoa) Me and my whole crew like doe baby pop and we gettin' it Been gettin' it, and we still spittin' it hot So deal wit it or not Dig, look at the chain rock to the right And it rock to the left its mcnasty nigga (Hot to death) I shot the sheriff so watch your step duke Its Detroit stepping through, watch me let loose And shut your whole shit down like Guoliani See me in the candy M with two behind me That's Frank and Dank, crazy with the bank Bangin' with TV's on cant believe we on 20 inch rims doing donuts, word is born Big bucks make bitches go nuts Aaa, the mystro's ice glow like a light show now Can't slow down, I do it like dice go down Only broke niggas wait till the price go down All live niggas, ladies (Give it up) (Give it up) Hands in the air this is a stick up (Give it up) When we up in the cut raw dogg (Give it up) All y'all, off the wall (Give it up) (Give it up) What Ha Yeah
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