fifty six Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me and shit Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the
I took cutie for a ride in my death cab She tipped me with a kiss, I dropped her off at the meth lab Before she left she made a dashboard confessional
bounce early though, gotta catch a flight Told Swizz Beatz give a pound to him and his peeps I had to bounce in the limo, get somthin to eat Ay yo, I'm bouncin
While you're doing that put your hands around my hips Bounce me like a ball, slam me like K-Mart On and off the dick better known for breaking hearts Nigga call a cab
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up We know y'all sittin' on 20's We know y'all reppin' your hood But how many y'all kill Bounce that ass,
, where you from Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from Bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce
s the fortunate one who dies (New York, you ready?) He move from LAS to Soho A few blocks for those who don't know Down the hall punched a hole in the wall Bounced
When we laugh indoors, the blissful tones bounce off the walls And fall to the ground Peel the hardwood backs and let them loose from decades trapped
on the floor but take it slow Baby, won't you keep it right there Yeah, we can take it there Boy, I don't really care, it's all good with me We can bounce
to bounce early though, gotta catch a flight Told Swizz Beatz give a pound to him and his peeps I had to bounce in the limo, get somthin to eat Ay yo, I'm bouncin
closer if you wanna try Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders A grimey older cab
brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East Coast stompin?, rippin? and rompin? New York, North Cak-a-laka and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce
your armpits In a drum machine, good God Break me off some of that, come on Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock To bounce the complete
's that son Y'all must of forgot or sutten word Yo INS [Inspectah Deck] We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through
All my mamis bounce, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on) I said all my mamis bounce (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bounce with me)
like damn What a chick gotta do to get wit a real nigga That know how to stay true? Like man No more quarter ta eights You betta hop on a bus or a cab