They first appeared on the rap scene with their 1993 album Comin’ Out Hard. The album was successful commercially as well as critically and established the group as a prominent act in the then emerging Southern Rap scene. Their subsequent albums in the 1990s including 1994’s On the Outside Looking In, and 1995’s On Top of the World cemented their status as some of the South’s best rappers. On Top of the World was particularly succeessful, peaking at #8 on the Billboard Hot 200 and being certified Gold. After those albums both 8Ball & MJG released solo albums, first MJG’s No More Glory in 1997 and then 8Ball’s Lost in 1998. They reunited in 1999 to release their fourth album as a group, titled In Our Lifetime, Vol. 1
For their later releases they signed with Bad Boy Records. Their first album for Bad Boy Records, Living Legends, was certified Gold by the RIAA. Their second album on Bad Boy Records was titled Ridin High and was released in March 2007.
Commercially one of the high points of 8Ball & MJG’s career was their being featured on Three 6 Mafia’s hit song “Stay Fly” in 2005. That song peaked at #13 on the Billboard Hot 100, which is the biggest hit of Three 6 Mafia’s career and the biggest hit for 8Ball & MJG. The song was a collaboration between two of the most successful rap groups from the state of Tennessee, where Three 6 Mafia also hail from.
Today 8Ball and MJG also head their own record labels. 8Ball heads 8 Ways Entertainment (distributed by Koch Entertainment), while MJG heads MJG Muzik. On their label are the young, up and coming Memphis duo, Da Volunteers, who are widely known throughout the Southern United States for their 2006 single, “What’s Yo Favorite Color?”, which glorifies their neighborhood of Orange Mound.
In September 2007, 8Ball and MJG signed deals in Sacramento, CA with Real Talk Entertainment 8Ball released a group album with E.D.I of the Outlawz entitled Doin’ It Big on April 1, 2008 and MJG released a solo album entitled Pimp Tight on April 29, 2008.
In June 2008 the group announced that they have officially signed onto T.I.’s record label Grand Hustle.
Don't Flex
Eightball & MJG Lyrics
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[Chorus 2X:]
Don't flex baby
I want to see you toucha toes in that dress baby
Bounce it up and down like we having sex baby
Give me the head and you can give them tricks the rest baby
And nuthin less baby
Eightball let me grip the mic and rip the track
Freaky hoes let me see you shaking what you got
Trick niggas buy them hoes a drank to keep em cool
And I'm gone be with them niggas drinking yak ackin a fool
Fulla hay fuck security 'cause we don't give a fuck
At the bar drinking shots looking at them hoes strut
Up and down side to side for a nigga like a foe
Young hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
Don't trip baby
After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a nigga get a sample of them lips baby
And we gone keep it on the hush
You can hit me on the hip but don't be blowin a nigga up
9 11 all the time damn tell me what you need
Hold on let me click over MJ what you see
(MJG)
I see a stout thang
Were bout to leave a hump off in yo couch mayn
One look at this bitcha make yo mouth hang open
Freak what you looking at
A true pimp I seen it in her camp
Full time party lifer dance floora
Dopeman's bitch average club goer
Shake it baby til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black brother and yo dead brother she ain't scared brother
Big thick juicy body molaty
Got mo butt than she got body
She's a go-getter pro switch hitter
But only in the dark
So parking lot competition is hard
I ain't chasing
And if I stay around ain't cause I'm waiting (Uhn)
Now get along girl get bout your straighten
[Chorus 2X]
(Eightball)
We make it hot
We came to make it hotta than Nevada
Big balling G slanging Suave House product
In the lab like a chemist cooking weighing up and cutting
Trinity to the MPC making dope pushing buttons
Organized Noise
Them country ATL boys
Got it locked up and sewed up and keep it rocked up
Glocked up
Doing the southside like Lil Key Key
Tricks talking shit gone see my hollow tips in 3D
But we didn't come to see no jealous ass niggas
We came to keep the party hype and drank up all the liquor
And fuck with the gold diggers them free drink sippers
Cause them gone be the ones in the room pulling zippers
With they teeth mind blow by the presidential suite
Waking up talking bout they want to go and eat
Hit the dho baby
You ain't got to go home but yo ass got to go baby
And that for sho baby
[Chorus 2X]
(MJG)
I saw yo naked ass
Peekin out the curtain of yo mini shirt
Shadow of yo pussy close behind
Telling me MJG
Run with me through fields of flowers
We can fuck for hours
Come and she you anytime
You say no
How you gone say that when you dress say yes
A saddle on yo chest I expect nothing less
Than nuts on yo neck dick on yo chin
Just like we done then last time lets do it again
It looks as if to me you got some handles bout yourself
But everything you struggle to reach is up on the shelf
In homes of pimps who done done it
Some play around with your mind we run it
Gin sippers Orange Mound, Tennessee nigga
We deliver all up and down the Mississippi river
Fuck a check bitch
No ID no income and dividends
Ain't got nothing but space now fill it in
[Chorus 3X]
The lyrics to Eightball & MJG's song Don't Flex are about going to a club, meeting women, and having casual sex. The chorus encourages women to show off their bodies and become sexual, stating that if they give the rapper head, he will give them money. The verses then detail each rapper's encounters with women at the club, including buying them alcohol, taking them home for sex, and bragging about their sexual prowess. The lyrics are graphic and objectify women, portraying them solely as sexual objects to be used for the rappers' pleasure.
The song presents a very negative view of women and perpetuates harmful stereotypes about casual sex and male entitlement. However, it also highlights the culture of excess and hedonism that was prevalent in 90s hip-hop, showing how the pursuit of pleasure and material wealth was glorified in the music of the era.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't flex baby
Don't show off, just be yourself
I want to see you toucha toes in that dress baby
I want to see you dance seductively in that dress
Bounce it up and down like we having sex baby
Dance sexually and erotically as if we're having sex
Give me the head and you can give them tricks the rest baby
If you give me oral sex, you don't need to entertain anyone else
And nuthin less baby
I expect nothing but the best from you
Eightball let me grip the mic and rip the track
Let me take control and perform
Freaky hoes let me see you shaking what you got
I want to see the women dance sexually
Trick niggas buy them hoes a drank to keep em cool
men buy women drinks to get them to loosen up
And I'm gone be with them niggas drinking yak ackin a fool
I'll be with the men drinking hard liquor and causing a scene
Fulla hay fuck security 'cause we don't give a fuck
I don't care about security, and I do not follow the rules
At the bar drinking shots looking at them hoes strut
I'm watching the women walk and strut as I drink at the bar
Up and down side to side for a nigga like a foe
The women are moving their bodies in a way that entices men
Young hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
The women are ready to leave the club with a man
Don't trip baby
Don't worry
After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
You can get into my car after the club
And let a nigga get a sample of them lips baby
Let me kiss you
And we gone keep it on the hush
We'll keep our actions a secret
You can hit me on the hip but don't be blowin a nigga up
You can contact me, but don't be overly persistent
9 11 all the time damn tell me what you need
You're calling me all the time, what do you want?
Hold on let me click over MJ what you see
Let me see what MJ sees
I see a stout thang
I see an attractive woman
Were bout to leave a hump off in yo couch mayn
We're going to have sex
One look at this bitcha make yo mouth hang open
I'm so attractive, I leave people speechless
Freak what you looking at
Don't stare at me like that
A true pimp I seen it in her camp
I can tell she's a true pimp by the way she moves
Full time party lifer dance floora
She's a party girl, always on the dance floor
Dopeman's bitch average club goer
She usually just goes to the club and hangs out with the drug dealers
Shake it baby til your G-strang break loose
Dance sexually so hard that your underwear falls off
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
I'll watch as other women become jealous of you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother
She's beautiful, and we'll have sex with anyone regardless of race
And yo black brother and yo dead brother she ain't scared brother
She's not afraid to have sex with anyone
Big thick juicy body molaty
She has a beautiful, curvy body
Got mo butt than she got body
She has a lot of butt compared to the rest of her body
She's a go-getter pro switch hitter
She'll do anything to get ahead and is bisexual
But only in the dark
She's only open about certain things behind closed doors
So parking lot competition is hard
It's difficult for other men to compete with me for her attention
I ain't chasing
I'm not going to try too hard to win her over
And if I stay around ain't cause I'm waiting (Uhn)
If I'm still here, it's because I want to be
Now get along girl get bout your straighten
Now, please leave and get on with your life
We make it hot
We take the party to the next level
We came to make it hotta than Nevada
We're going to make the party hotter than the state of Nevada
Big balling G slanging Suave House product
We're big-spending pimps, selling our music
In the lab like a chemist cooking weighing up and cutting
We're in the studio making music like scientists in a lab
Trinity to the MPC making dope pushing buttons
We're making great music using state-of-the-art technology
Organized Noise
Our music is controlled chaos
Them country ATL boys
We're from the Atlanta area with a country twist
Got it locked up and sewed up and keep it rocked up
We have our music and the party scene under control
Glocked up
We're armed and dangerous
Doing the southside like Lil Key Key
We're taking over the southern part of town like Lil Key Key
Tricks talking shit gone see my hollow tips in 3D
If anyone messes with us, they will see our bullets in 3D
But we didn't come to see no jealous ass niggas
We're not interested in dealing with jealous men
We came to keep the party hype and drank up all the liquor
We're here to party hard and drink a lot of alcohol
And fuck with the gold diggers them free drink sippers
We're interested in sleeping with the women who accept free drinks from us
Cause them gone be the ones in the room pulling zippers
They'll be the ones having sex with us later on
With they teeth mind blow by the presidential suite
They'll impress us while we're staying in a fancy hotel room
Waking up talking bout they want to go and eat
They'll want to go out to eat after having sex with us
Hit the dho baby
Leave already
You ain't got to go home but yo ass got to go baby
You can't stay here any longer
And that for sho baby
Definitely
I saw yo naked ass
I saw you taking off your clothes
Peekin out the curtain of yo mini shirt
The hem of your mini skirt raised, and I could see your butt
Shadow of yo pussy close behind
I could see the outline of your private area
Telling me MJG
I felt like MJG was speaking to me
Run with me through fields of flowers
Let's run together
We can fuck for hours
We can have sex for a long time
Come and she you anytime
You can come see me whenever you want
You say no
If you say no to me,
How you gone say that when you dress say yes
Your clothing suggests that you're interested
A saddle on yo chest I expect nothing less
You have a large chest, and I expect you to use it well
Than nuts on yo neck dick on yo chin
I want to ejaculate on your neck and have your chin on my penis
Just like we done then last time lets do it again
Let's have sex again like we did last time
It looks as if to me you got some handles bout yourself
You seem confident and in control
But everything you struggle to reach is up on the shelf
You have a lot of ambition, but you haven't achieved everything you want
In homes of pimps who done done it
These things are in the homes of successful pimps
Some play around with your mind we run it
We're in control of the situation
Gin sippers Orange Mound, Tennessee nigga
We're from the Orange Mound area of Tennessee and like to drink gin
We deliver all up and down the Mississippi river
We travel along the Mississippi River to sell our music
Fuck a check bitch
We don't care about money
No ID no income and dividends
We don't have identification or income, but we don't need it
Ain't got nothing but space now fill it in
We have nothing but time and room to grow
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DAVID A SHEATS, Y PICKENS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@corettathomas1734
2020 and still listening to this 😍
@justinclement5417
@Big Boochie tha' bag 💰 hunter 💵 2022 - FO EVA HO!!!!!
@talkdattrashimmapullyacard4396
@Justin Clement dont flex ya bitch u ✌
@fierceleo
Yeh, One of Fat macs and MJG best, My ex lady use to get down to this one.
@jagarcia1
East Coast cat here saying this is one of my favorite albums ever. These dudes never got the props they deserved. I wish the south was poppin off with music like this instead of Soldier Boy.
@JosueHernandez-ct8ro
Tha south really don't give a damn bout the exposure. Just fulfilling hood dreams
@laquashaburnam7938
jagarcia1 and they really done goats frfr
@Mr.Freethinker2024
im from Boston MASS, found out about these guys in 2004 when I was 11 and bought Living Legends
@recoboyd2284
💯
@AQUAPHREESH193
man these two are so underrated its a crime!!! by far some of the best chemistry on the mic for a duo! right up there with ugk and outkast!