[Verse 1: Rhymefest]
Bounce my nigga
You dont want no beef with these Chi-town niggas
You ain't got the phlegm for the four-pound spitters
Underground underneath everything that glitters
Still gold, still selling 500 thousand
Not satisfied 'till we push another thousand
Park the vehicle right in front of public housing
So the shorties with nigga half
Thye get out the brown and
Run a little math and
Count that paper
Balls so hard they bounce back later
Have green parties but not Ralph Nader
Black like Darth Vader
You know me, ain’t squeeze, talk later
“That’s my baby”
What my mama say when I got her that Mercedes
Make that old woman feel like a young lady, that’s crazy
I went from broke as a yoke to no jokin homie just pay that
[Chorus: The Stylistics]
If I had money I'd go out
Buy you furs, dress you like a queen
And in a chauffeured limousine
We'd look so fine
But I'm an ordinary guy
And my pockets are empty
Bounce my nigga
You dont want no beef with these Chi-town niggas
You ain't got the phlegm for the four-pound spitters
Underground underneath everything that glitters
Still gold, still selling 500 thousand
Not satisfied 'till we push another thousand
Park the vehicle right in front of public housing
So the shorties with nigga half
Thye get out the brown and
Run a little math and
Count that paper
Balls so hard they bounce back later
Have green parties but not Ralph Nader
Black like Darth Vader
You know me, ain’t squeeze, talk later
“That’s my baby”
What my mama say when I got her that Mercedes
Make that old woman feel like a young lady, that’s crazy
I went from broke as a yoke to no jokin homie just pay that
[Chorus: The Stylistics]
If I had money I'd go out
Buy you furs, dress you like a queen
And in a chauffeured limousine
We'd look so fine
But I'm an ordinary guy
And my pockets are empty
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