The Bounce

Uhh, just point out the bounce

Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah

Just point out the bounce, yeah

Timbo the king, yeah

Young Hov' the king, yeah

Just point out the bounce..

Yes, just point out the bounce nigga

Yo, 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 Che Gueverra

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 shit, he's so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run standin

Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom

Can't one nigga 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 'til it's hard to count

Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce

To a whole ki to the ROC

Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga

Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

Uhh, I got y'all..

For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n

Either 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 meaning of what he is about

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

runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin

But no dummy, that's the shit 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 OG should

Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

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

OC, OG, Bobby Johnson son

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

I seen MTV, I know who you are

You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?

I did take over the game, brought back the soul

Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold

Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow

All I, know, I gots the flow

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

Point out the bounce