My Friends and I Pt. 2 - Griz, Snoop Dogg, ProbCause

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, that- that- that’s what’s up

I got my squad on deck

Yeah, yeah, that’s who I rep (Woo, wo)

We Ziploc tight, we fresh

Post up with all my friends

This- this- this- this- this that next (Yeah)

I’m truly feelin' blessed

Just cashed out all my checks (Uh-huh)

Act like you not impressed (Yeah, whatever)

Monster shorty

Keepin' it lit-eroni

Got cheese like macaroni

Stackin' my ch-ch-cheddar, cheddar, cheddar

I don’t stress

'Cause I just clear my head

That meditation flex

My glow-up effortless

You know, you know, you know

My friends and I get down

And we don’t play around

My DJ got that sound

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

My friends and I get down

And we don’t play around

My DJ got that sound

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

My friends and I get down

And we don’t play around

My DJ got that sound

My friends and I get-

That’s what’s up

This- this- this- this- this that next

That’s what’s up

That’s what’s up

Me and my friends, we right back at it again

And we don’t plan on stoppin' so you best to come on in

We got Henn, we got 'gain, we got gin, we got kin

We got everything you want and we keep a trunk of funk

Let the DJ play the record that I love which is mine

Bring it back, come rewind, let it bang one time

Yeah, I knew you like to party like I party, like I party

Dog house, no doubt, now, back, back, back (You know, you know, you know)

My friends and I get down

And we don’t play around

My DJ got that sound

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

My friends and I get down

And we don’t play around

My DJ got that sound

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

My friends and I get down

And we don’t play around

My DJ got that sound

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

My friends and I get down

And we don’t play around

My DJ got that-

B- b- b- bring it again

That’s what’s up

This- this- this- this- this that next

That’s what’s up

My DJ got that sound

G-g-got his sound

That’s what’s up (What, what, what, what?)

My fam, oh, got that ammo

The homie know he Rambo

I’ll pull up in camo Lambo

B-bumpin', it’s my jam, oh

We might seem causin' problems

We showin' love, that’s knowledge (Woo, woo, woo)

We keeps it movin' on the newness

Got a lot of options

So delicious

That’s why the villain’s vicious

My doggies stay ambitious

We all about our bidness

My friends all on the payroll

We countin' up them pesos

Around the clock we stackin' paper

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