Turn Up The Bump 8Ball & MJG

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
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

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
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'