[Verse 1: 8Ball]
What's the deal?
What's up with it, n***a? 8Ball up in this
Yeah, for real
Historic hits, n***a, like Ali fists
Rock the world
Get freaked by a whole bunch of different little hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real n***a see what ya got little girl
Got a little dough, got something to blow
You wanna get like that?
Gimme head in the Benz, I love a chick that suck dick like that
Dirty, Southern gritty, bouncin' through yo' city
2000 rocket ship sittin' on some chrome 20's
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik
Collaboration, across the nation hittin' licks
Shawty, me and my n***as so official with it
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out, n***a, don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us

[Chorus: 8Ball]
Bounce, bounce
Mayne, get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, bounce
If a n***a trippin' we gon' make them heaters
Buck, buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
Bounce, bounce
Mayne, get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, bounce
If a n***a trippin' we gon' make them heaters
Buck, buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
Bounce, bounce
[Verse 2: MJG]
I'ma kill it with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth of a n***a with a verse
You can't fuck with the one
N***a, take ya foot out ya mouth
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin' the heat when Quik drop this beat
I know they call it rap but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin' 'em off a dose of this
The n***a with the most of this
Coast to coast, a hit
When I wrote the shit, I broke the pen
Kept on smokin' then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Henn', fifth of Gin
Fifth for now and a fifth for then
Takin' my time to take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Cognac, it's not the spot
I got a stack of hoes, matter of fact, a n***a practice on
Straight up mack them hoes
And if you a platinum ho, you gotta keep workin' the bitch
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of n***as be claimin' pimpin'
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a n***a be talkin' about
But when a bitch tell a n***a to spend some money
The motherfucker still walkin' 'em out
Takin' 'em home, givin' 'em cheese, beggin' 'em please
Talkin' about, "Here, take my keys," big trick
See, I was born and built for this shit
MJG equipped for this shit
Ain't no n***as ahead of our time
Fake ass n***as is scared of our rhyme
Pimp tight, break a bitch quick
Futuristic n***as take shit
[Chorus: 8Ball]
Bounce, bounce
Mayne, get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, bounce
If a n***a trippin' we gon' make them heaters
Buck, buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
Bounce, bounce
Mayne, get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, bounce
If a n***a trippin' we gon' make them heaters
Buck, buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
Bounce, bounce

[Verse 3: DJ Quik]
P-I-M-Ps unify, MJG and Q gon' try
See me gettin' down with Ball and the locs in a ball full of smoke
Rappin' n***as ain't no joke
Show me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him three times, he gon' pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
Is it ten or four? Bet that, eight, don't forget that
Get your feets up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole mill', I might just try
18 thou' worth of jewelry on the floor
When I hit a lick, don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryna get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tiptoe Blood walkin' on a riff raff
Put that shit back in your pocket, I don't sniff that
I'm lookin' for the bud and the brew
And some X with a broad with some thug in her, too (Got sex?)
Six uniforms all on my back
I was gon' chill, too, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make 'em irate
Give a n***a a minute, let me clean the slate
No, I ain't have sex with your wife
No, I ain't make threats on your life
Bitch, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounce
I don't wanna see you, I wanna feel you—
[Chorus: 8Ball]
Bounce, bounce
Mayne, get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, bounce
If a n***a trippin' we gon' make them heaters
Buck, buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
Bounce, bounce
Mayne, get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, bounce
If a n***a trippin' we gon' make them heaters
Buck, buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
Bounce, bounce