The Bounce

"The Bounce"

Just point out the bounce, show me the bounce, yeah

Just point out the bounce, jeah Timbo the King, yeah

Young Hov' the King, yeah just point out the bounce

Yes, just point out the bounce ***** ya, listen

Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic'

Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden

So September 11th marks the era forever

Of a revolutionary Jay Guevero

Now it's a whole museum of Hov' Mcers

Everybody dupin' the flow you see 'em

Everybody loopin' up soul

It's like you tryin' to make 'The Blueprint 2 before Hov'

Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kan-Yeezy

See how we adjusted the game so easy

Chicks barely dancin', glancin' every chance they get

Like oh ****, he's so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run standin'

Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom

Can't one ***** get it back no rap

Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible

Point out the bounce

And show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce

I turn a 8 to an ounce

To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce

Timbo the King *****

Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce

Jeah, Young Hov' the King *****

Uhh, I got y'all

For those that think Hov' fingers bling blingin'

Even haven't heard the album or they don't know English

They only know what the single is and singled that out

To be the meanin' of what he is about

And bein' I'm about my business, not minglin' much

Runnin' my mouth that **** kept lingerin'

But no dummy that's the **** I'm sprinklin'

The album width to keep the registers ringin'

In real life, I'm much more distinguished

I'm like a bloke from London, England

Jeah, you jinglin' baby

See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby

Business mind of a Ross Perot

But never lost my soul

Crossed the line

I bought pop across the row

Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good

Slangin' them O's like a real

O.G should oh, he's good, no he would

Never sell out he's so young

Point out the bounce

And show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce

I turn a 8 to an ounce

To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce

Timbo the King *****

Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce

Jeah, Young Hov' the King *****

Uhh, yeah, jeah

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star

Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star

Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobsters

Gingerbread man even said, "You're a monster"

Yeah, that's how I feel

To be down, you must appeal

To the crew, we're rated R

O.C, O.G, Bobby Johnson's son

Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?

I seen MTV I know who you are

You did takeover did you got beef with Nas?"

I did take over the game, brought back the soul

I got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold

Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow

All I, know, I got's the flow

And I don't play 'coz I'm from Chicago

And show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce

I turn a 8 to an ounce

To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce

Timbo the King ***** Uhh

Point out the bounce

Jeah, Young Hov' the King *****

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

by og