peace, Roger Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (We live this shit} Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit) Bounce, more bounce, more bounce
it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn Dogg
me Come after you [Repeat Hook 1x] [B-Section:] Pictures that's On yo phone I listen to your voicemail When you leave home You lookin' real mad 'Cause
and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce
On Any Corner And Im Breakin The Crack Game You Know Keep It Real B! Hoods Feel Me! One False Move?! Take Ya Out Ya Misery! I Give Em More Bounce To The
fractured. [PACE1] You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton [WYCLEF] Woman cry, woman cry, Son still
I put it in a bag you gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half
down wit a nigga before my paper was tite. Boo, you's a real bitch I write that real shit That them niggaz just got to get with I bounce in and out of
that your jealosu cause we got alot of stuff From all the real cops and troops Hey! More paper for the acre, more paper for Jamaica Gong and Snoop Dogg
And get they bones fractured You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton Woman cry, woman cry, son still
[Chorus:] Yo... Look at that ass just bouncing Oh god I need counseling Images in my head steady hounding Oh god I need counseling You don't want to bring
feel it in your chest Your B I, feel it in her breasts Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real
still get props like Nelly I'm platinum in streets, I got love in the streets And I'm more underground than your basement concrete Braids in my hair, gold still
Dawg run up in it Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes Real player-like, straight to the point Bust a nut while I'm smokin' a joint Stop fuckin', still
real crew, we got motherfuckers over here Rapping for real, eat pussy on records and shit That shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit Trying
it, I put it in a bag You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce Tell you what, get a beat tape and
, B.K. they trippin' I'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, 'cause I ain't slippin' Just hippin', you to this real shit, so, get in where you
