EdotNigma - Springs Lyrics

Yeah
What, what
Uh
Mello on the beat
Dont forget the Baby baby

Just me, my shorty and my crew
Niggas doing what they gotta do
Just me, my shorty and my crew
Niggas doing what they gotta do
Just me, my shorty and my crew
Niggas doing what they gotta do (Yeah)
Just me, my shorty and my crew
Niggas doing what they gotta do

(Uh, check it)
It don't even matter the degrees
Always catch me mackin with the cheese
No thank you's or please
My nigga you aint stopping my grind
Besides the NY
Money is the only thing on top of my mind
718, ain't a place better or greater
Stay here, you got to move at a hustlers pace
Better pray that you prey
Them boys hunting
For the next sucka fronting
Homie you don't want nothing
Pigs harass us
Hoes throwing the clap up
Better wrap up
Before you touch the pussy cat up
Before you think you gangsta enough
You better strap up
And if you lucky
You may never have to see the after
Better put your dukes up
Protect your neck
Before they suit ya
And have your fam paying respects
Then back to the hood with a blunt and 40 oz. to it
Throw the jams on bounce to it, bounce to it

Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Just caught a lick nigga
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Bounce to it

(Yeah)
(Bounce to it)
(Bounce to it)
(Cuz you never know)

Real niggas gonna
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Cuz you know never know (What, what)
When shit gets real nigga
What did it amount to? (Yeah)
This the type music real niggas break a ounce to (Thats right)
Fucking with that East Coast sound

Run up on a nigga like "I need that!"
Never worried bout a nigga
Fuck your feedback
In the spot tryna figure
"Where the weed at?"
Mello Marc on the beat, nigga bounce to it
Underground sound, hitting
Dope pitching, straight from the mound
No pidgeons, only queens around
Hundred thou
When it comes down to it
Niggas better

Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Cuz you know never know (What, what)
When shit gets real nigga
What did it amount to? (Yeah)
This the type music real niggas break a ounce to (Thats right)
Fucking with that East Coast sound
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Cuz you know never know (What, what)
When shit gets real nigga
What did it amount to? (What did it amount to)
This the type music real bitches break it down to (Baby baby)
Fucking with that East Coast sound

Eye on the prize
Could never be a rival to guys
'Cuz its cold out
I gotta stay focused on mine
'Cuz my minds where the diamonds lay
I got a dime, keep her high for days
I make her move like Simon Says
Then make a move
I could grind for days
With no sleep
For the homies that we lost to police
Rest in peace
To the leeches who ain't keeping it real
Hundred mil'
Got to keep it trill
So my niggas better

Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Cuz you know never know (What, what)
When shit gets real nigga
What did it amount to? (Yeah)
This the type music real niggas break a ounce to (Thats right)
Fucking with that East Coast sound
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Cuz you know never know (What, what)
When shit gets real nigga
What did it amount to? (What did it amount to)
This the type music real bitches break it down to (Baby baby)
Fucking with that East Coast sound

Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Cuz you know never know (What, what)
When shit gets real nigga
What did it amount to? (Yeah)
This the type music real niggas break a ounce to (Thats right)
Fucking with that East Coast sound
Bounce to it
Bounce to it
Cuz you know never know (What, what)
When shit gets real nigga
What did it amount to? (What did it amount to)
This the type music real bitches break it down to (Baby baby)
Fucking with that East Coast sound

Fucking with that East Coast sound
(B-b-b-bounce to it)
Fucking with that East Coast sound
(B-b-b-bounce to it)
Fucking with that East Coast sound
(B-b-b-bounce to it)
Fucking with that East Coast sound