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
boy, gotta feel me, I'm real tight Doin what I really say I do in real life Cheque got the chain homie, this some real ice A hundred and fifty K for
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
the page, no more minimum wage and my corner got paid kept fedy, kept it steady my partna named Reggie Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy hitin real hard
keeping it real Now with God we chill over a record deal Always the good ones to go, never your enemies die Till this day I wonder why they took my man B
buy 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
mile ya smell us Model agencies say it's easy to sell us We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill', uh
rocking your town Go to the show we rocking the crowd Get gwop by the thou', wow Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib Car real fast, bed real
and 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
pass the test In any old badass mc contest E-boy the b-boy the one you can't avoid On the 10 o'clock news and on the tabloids Still rockin' that good
