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Pump It Up! Woodhaven Boys/898 Artist: Woodhaven Boys Dirty South Records Producer: Jameson Parker Typed by: Jameson Parker Verse 1: ( J ) It's the bass, that slaps you in the face When I pump it up, Rollin through yo hood Don't care who the heck I'm wakin up I tend to make it louder, if you tend to complain May sound crazy, but guess what, I'm totally sane I flause Ice and spit game, showin no shame Don't show no mercy to no one and make haters look lame I'll tell ya the same thang, again and again Find my music offensive, boy I intend to offend. When you think its the end, its just beggining Not the 7th 8th or 9th this is the first inning So please stop depending and be independent While yo rhyme is dull, ours is quite splendid So Chorus: Pump It Up, pump it up Pump It Up, pump it up If you from Jacktown playa Pump It Up, pump it up Pump It Up, pump it up Pump It Up, pump it up If you say *what* playa hatas Pump It Up, pump it up Verse 2 ( O ) If you doubt my skills Show me yours, I'll show you mine Not to close to my speakers, playa, they'll blow ya mind It'll caust a fine, just to touch the candy coated big body Yo girl is mine, all I got to do is show her my wallet It's bout time, we playas stepped off the side line Don't stare at the ice too long playa, you might just go blind (Bling Bling) They round my neck and my wrist dem I spent more on this slick, than I spent on my system Who been rappin a while, WB, Who got the pimp tightest style WB It's JP, Omar, and Mike, slangin, bangin, hustlin, and busten forever we be So Chorus Verse 3 ( M ) Tweetas in the doar, Roll down the window Drop the top, Pop the lock,Pump up the low low Bass Boomin in the trunk, strait thumpin the funk Is them Woodhaven Girls, with the junk in the trunk Start the engine, start to thinkin, I'ma roll to the store Put a chick on the streets, let her make me some dough Rest of my click in the back, knowin we can't be stopped Kill the engine, knock the switches, watch the big body drop Dubs blingin in the light, thats we wearin shades Turn on the Viper, Don't wont nobody stealin the blades Don't shoot the windows you'll kill ya self, bullets richoshade Don't touch the doar handle hater, (pzzzt) Ooops to late Now Chorus x 2 |
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