Traduction: DJ Skittle. Bosses (Sur Ya Fanny).
all the while, you look at my man with a funny smile. Now I don't look it might be me, but ain't no need to bump so tightly. That night we all hanging at the club. You tell mr. d.j
all gon wonder how we get it [Verse 2] Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday Sip lots of cherry 'ze in a hot chevy 'le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J
this (Beautiful Day) When you sly as a bitch (Beautiful Day) When you fly as a bitch And you ride with tits And you aint bothered a bit (Ha, yeah. Bump it, bump
Who that talking down on the compound, what they smoking on Mo City inner-circle, will leave a bitch with broken bones United together, forever As long as Little J
still ready to get crunk We M double A-B, now little bitch what On a treaty the microphone, we ain't no punk Dougie D so thoed, and they already know The Trae and the J
then nobody's gotta go That's the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people Turning a Christian
I be posin I hit the club and git it poppin til it's closin I take you back in the days bugs bunny J's Low cut fade and them cardiar shades Pimpin until
from da city wherr they do dat right thurr da most Outa Towner come around and straight ova dose Where da hips sing to ya and swing like BUMP BUMP BUMP
(feat. Jason Weaver) [J/Weav] Ooh, yea yea DTP, how we do Call you and you can call me Whatever you wanna do baby [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x] (You
[bazie-archzie-j.darling] I was flyin' in the extreme On that Saturday nite eve I got chicks on both sides But the one I wanted couldn't deside Tell
mouth bitch nigga, snitch nigga at da club lik he aint done nutn chest poked out cock suka u dont run nutn OK i'm a pull a muthafukin O.J. leave da premises
the ladder would bring me near her To good luck that fucking with you You make the sun rain The same moment you left Thats when the fun came [Eightball] Always bumping
crunk, make it bump in your trunk Let me see, all, women shakin their rump Put your back in a hump, start touchin your toes Eightball, M-J-G supposed
noise, dressed to kill Me and my lil' dog with the girls ready to hit So So Def baby we the ultimate Now is they ready yet? [Lil' Bow Wow] Nah J I don
faut qu'on enquille, j'veux du freestyle J'veux que tu reveilles, que tu stimules mon cote bestial "Pump" baby, monte sur mon Seine-Saint-Denis fonk J
to 'em! [Hook] [LL Cool J:] Ladies love me, I'm on my Breezy Uncle L, future of the funk Without my stamp on it, how this joint gonna bump? Let them
girl got back in the sunset tan We livin that goodlife don't be mad Yah can't do it, like we do it Feels so good when I bump my music Troubles in the
