Bumpin' My Music

[Intro] That's right, uh... recognize real ghetto vision, nigga Cleveland... open up ya' doors [Verse 1: Ray Cash] I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88 Wit' a ounce, but I'm bouncin' like I'm out here movin' weight Bone and Biggie in the Pioneer as I reminisce Before that it was "D'evils" took 'em back to '96 I went down to houston for some face, Mary Jane What a coincidence I'm blowin' Swishers doin the same thing Six-hundred for some big O's, 400 degrees I'm a ho, Playaz Club, Ice Cube, Master P And since I'm movin' my yay, know I got "UGK" Ridin' dirty lookin' for that high life pimp what more can I say? I'm just stickin' and movin', under my seat is my tool, and I keep it for Any nigga wanna be trippin' or foolin' I'm just bumpin' my music as I'm spinnin' the ben I'm bumpin' *Pac*, picture me rollin' without spillin' my Henn' Yeah... Yeah, now as I spin and I bend I'm bumpin' *Pac*, picture me rollin' without spillin' my Henn' [Hook: repeat 2X] I'm just bumpin' my music... music... music.. Bumpin' my music Wanna hear my music? Well let me open up my door Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow.. [Verse 2] Now back to the '84 big body 2 door No blades on the muh'fucker but it still roll Memba' what told you what I had stashed in the dash Back in the past... well... now I got two O's Ricky tells, two show, comin' out hard Doors wide open, kids dancin in the yard While I'm stuntin' like Evel Knievel man Bumpin' Cutlass, Monte Carlos and Rivas man Rollin' in "slow mo", like the whole block screwed Lacville ‘79,” bumpin’ Devin the Dude On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly And right before I cut her, it was "Confessions" from Usher She ain't used to a thug, she love the way I ride While I'm bumpin' "My Life" by Mary J. Blige See I damn near cried day Rick James died See that shit was cold blooded, but the music keep pumpin' [Hook] [--Verbal--] Yeah... Face Mob is in the builind I'm in the area Hey, I like that shit you on, ya dig? And I got some shit I'mma put you on... I'mma put you on that shit I be on [Verse 3: Scarface] It was like FUCK THE POLICE comin' straight from the underground A young nigga blowin' *Big* comin' down A Nigga With the Attitude, Easy, Ren, Dre, and Cube Creepin' up the avenue, that how you had to do YES... I'm the rhythm, the rebel without a cause, never lowerin' my level I'm on some Chuck D shit from P.E Six in the mornin' I hustle with Ice-T Six in the evenin' I'm chillin' wit' Willie D Leavin' out the nickel I'm bumpin' some Kool G. Rap Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the kool aid pack And now I got a brotha by the name of Warren Lee Hot shot Regal illegal, like marley I get down like I'm BDP Ass blaster like blast faster cocked and squeeze [Hook]