Turn Up The Bump
8Ball & MJG Lyrics


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Yea...|Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.|It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.|All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad and broke.|We had a whole club bouncin when they come to the show.|We get buck and crunk and don't fake the funk.|I dont pay for pussy, I dont hang with chumps.|I got verses and words no peas or birds.|My bitch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse.|I got leather and wood sittin on some big ass shoes you not famous to the police, have your face on the news.|Handcuffed and fucked my broad crying and screaming.|Unloyal ass niggas out here lyin and schemin.|Sent the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could shoot the sun down man im still gon shine.|Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. Im a pimp for life I dont love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.|Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts.|Im a pimp for life I dont love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.|(MJG)|A 300 is not a bentely, an apartment not a house, a geneva not a rolex, you know what im talkin bout.|Dont you ever try to offer me your riches cars and clothes or bitches for cash.|I'll whoop yo ass hoe.|Untalented ass nigga im not havin it, dont make me pull a strap out this cabinet.|Im MJG so im more than a fantasy, you head strong girl but ya heart could never handle me.|I aint no killa ass nigga but I keeps a gun.|I aint the pimpinest one but still sleep with nuns.|You niggas makin crazy money yea, So what?|Cuz round here we already made the dough nuts.|A picture of perfection, mawfuckas paint this.|Dont make me have to kick my foot up in ya anus.|I spit that pure, uncut, give it to ya real. That shit they kill wit is nice as on suga hill.|Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. Im a pimp for life I dont love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.|Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. Im a pimp for life I dont love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.|(8Ball)|The world love a gangsta, aint no hoe in my blood.|My dick get hard as a rock for big cash and bud.|My niggas be on that white, my niggas be on that lean, my niggas be on them shrooms, my niggas be on them beans.|I got a dollar worth of dimes on the way to the crib.|My old lady from jamaica cookin chicken and ribs.|Super star in the ghetto, I got that work for cheap.|16 bars of meth and a heron beat.|(MJG)|Yeah yeah.|You want a 16, u better put the dough in hand, cuz I aint answer it for nobody but Ed Mcman.|And after he slide the check under the doorcrack, I put the pistol on him and make him bring some more back.|This america we do anything to do you in.|Snitch, plan, scheme, go hunting just to shoot a friend. MJ!!|Tight I keep my eyes open, cuz he was playin wit me, thats how he died chokin.|Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. Im a pimp for life I dont love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.|Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump.|




Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 8Ball & MJG's "Turn Up The Bump" are about partying, success, and the harsh realities of street life. The song describes the duo's "pimp" persona, with references to guns, drugs, and explicit sexual activity. The first verse encourages listeners to get drunk, smoke, and party without reservation, while the second verse sees MJG declaring his superiority over other rappers and proclaiming his willingness to use violence to protect his image. The chorus repeats the hook "Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. I'm a pimp for life, I don't love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho," emphasizing the duo's unapologetic and uncompromising lifestyle.


The song reflects a common theme in Southern hip-hop, where self-made gangsters and successful rappers are celebrated for their toughness and resilience in the face of adversity. 8Ball & MJG's unique sound, which blended raw, street-inspired lyrics with soulful, bluesy production, helped popularize this style of rap in the 1990s and early 2000s. Despite its controversial subject matter, the song remains a staple of the duo's discography and a classic of Southern hip-hop.


Line by Line Meaning

Yea...
Let's party with some booze and weed.


Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.
Have some drinks and smoke up.


It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.
Weed is not good enough if it doesn't get you high.


All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad and broke.
People who envy us are just unhappy and poor.


We had a whole club bouncin when they come to the show.
Our concert was so good that the entire club was dancing.


We get buck and crunk and don't fake the funk.
We're having a great time and being true to ourselves.


I dont pay for pussy, I dont hang with chumps.
I don't pay for sex and don't associate with losers.


I got verses and words no peas or birds.
I have talent with words and do not deal with drugs.


My bitch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse.
My woman carries a gun for protection.


I got leather and wood sittin on some big ass shoes you not famous to the police, have your face on the news.
I have a pimped-out car, but I'm not famous enough to attract police attention.


Handcuffed and fucked my broad crying and screaming.
Police arrested and abused my woman who cried and screamed.


Unloyal ass niggas out here lyin and schemin.
There are disloyal people out there lying and plotting.


Sent the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.
We sent our women and armed men to collect money from someone we knew owed us.


Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could shoot the sun down man im still gon shine.
We're determined to make money and the threat of violence won't stop us.


Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. Im a pimp for life I dont love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.
Let's ride in my car and blast some music while we play games and smoke weed. I'm always a hustler and carry a gun.


(MJG) A 300 is not a bentely, an apartment not a house, a geneva not a rolex, you know what im talkin bout.
I don't care about brand names or material possessions.


Dont you ever try to offer me your riches cars and clothes or bitches for cash. I'll whoop yo ass hoe.
Don't try to buy me with money, fancy cars, or women. I won't tolerate disrespect.


Untalented ass nigga im not havin it, dont make me pull a strap out this cabinet.
I won't put up with less talented people trying to take credit. I might have to use my gun.


Im MJG so im more than a fantasy, you head strong girl but ya heart could never handle me.
I'm more than just a fantasy for women. You're strong-willed but could never handle my intensity.


I aint no killa ass nigga but I keeps a gun.
I don't kill people, but I do carry a gun for protection.


I aint the pimpinest one but still sleep with nuns.
I'm not the best pimp, but I still sleep with multiple women.


You niggas makin crazy money yea, So what?
Other people might be making more money, but it doesn't matter to us.


Cuz round here we already made the dough nuts.
We've already made enough money in this area.


A picture of perfection, mawfuckas paint this.
We're perfect even though others might try to criticize us.


Dont make me have to kick my foot up in ya anus.
Don't make me have to hurt you physically.


I spit that pure, uncut, give it to ya real. That shit they kill wit is nice as on suga hill.
I rap pure, uncut lyrics that are real. My rhymes are better than most famous rappers.


(8Ball) The world love a gangsta, aint no hoe in my blood.
People admire gangster lifestyle, it's in my blood.


My dick get hard as a rock for big cash and bud.
I'm strongly attracted to money and weed.


My niggas be on that white, my niggas be on that lean, my niggas be on them shrooms, my niggas be on them beans.
My friends use different drugs like cocaine, codeine, mushrooms or ecstasy.


I got a dollar worth of dimes on the way to the crib.
I have beautiful women coming to my house.


My old lady from jamaica cookin chicken and ribs.
My woman is from Jamaica and is cooking Jamaican food.


Super star in the ghetto, I got that work for cheap.
I'm a successful person in the ghetto and I can sell drugs for cheap.


16 bars of meth and a heron beat.
My rap verses are about drug-selling and drug-using.


(MJG) Yeah yeah.
Agreeing with the previous verse.


You want a 16, u better put the dough in hand, cuz I aint answer it for nobody but Ed Mcman.
If you want me to rap for you, pay me first. I won't do it for anyone except Ed McMan.


And after he slide the check under the doorcrack, I put the pistol on him and make him bring some more back.
After he brings my payment, I threaten him with a gun to come back with more.


This america we do anything to do you in.
In America, people will do anything to take you down.


Snitch, plan, scheme, go hunting just to shoot a friend. MJ!!
People might snitch, plot, or even kill their friends to succeed. It's unfair, but that's how it is. My name is MJ.


Tight I keep my eyes open, cuz he was playin wit me, thats how he died chokin.
I keep a watchful eye on those who could turn on me. One time, someone played with me and ended up dead.


Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump.
Let's get in my car and blast the music really loudly.


Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts. Im a pimp for life I dont love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my pants fa sho.
Let's ride in my car, play some games and smoke weed. I'm always a pimp and carry a gun for protection.




Lyrics ยฉ Royalty Network, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: MARLON GOODWIN, NATE HILLS, PREMRO SMITH, CO-WRITER UNKNOWN, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH

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@michaelcaine9909

This whole album was slept on hard!

@larrygreenjr8166

Classic ๐Ÿ’ฟ... mjg kill this tho...๐Ÿ’ฏ

@davidrivera8254

BUMP THIS IN MY RIDE WHY LIE!!!!!

@chrisparker9859

A the front truck

@rouge939

So slept on this album is fucking fire

@fats3231

You can shoot the sun down and im still gone shine!

@numa2k147

Classic

@cognitivedissonance7362

CLASSIC

@chrisparker9859

MJG AND 8BALL

@Jump7Off

"Round here we already made the donuts...."

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