Jay-Z - The Bounce* Lyrics
Just point out the bounce, show me the bounce, yeahJust point out the bounce, jeah Timbo the King, yeahYoung Hov' the King, yeah just point out the bounceYes, just point out the bounce nigga ya, listenRumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic'Couldn't even be stopped by Bin LadenSo September 11th marks the era foreverOf a revolutionary Jay GueveroNow it's a whole museum of Hov' McersEverybody dupin' the flow you see 'emEverybody loopin' up soulIt's like you tryin' to make 'The Blueprint 2 before Hov'Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kan-YeezySee how we adjusted the game so easyChicks barely dancin', glancin' every chance they getLike oh shit, he's so handsomeStill in demand in the longest run standin'Kidnap rap seven years, no ransomCan't one nigga get it back no rapYoung Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligiblePoint out the bounceAnd show you how to get this dough inLarge amounts till it's hard to countPoint out the bounceI turn a 8 to an ounceTo a whole ki to the R.O.CPoint out the bounceTimbo the King niggaUhh, yeah, uhhPoint out the bounceJeah, Young Hov' the King niggaUhh, I got y'allFor those that think Hov' fingers bling blingin'Even haven't heard the album or they don't know EnglishThey only know what the single is and singled that outTo be the meanin' of what he is aboutAnd bein' I'm about my business, not minglin' muchRunnin' 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 distinguishedI'm like a bloke from London, EnglandJeah, you jinglin' babySee I go right back and I bring 'em in babyBusiness mind of a Ross PerotBut never lost my soulCrossed the lineI bought pop across the rowThen I walk through the hood, where they up to no goodSlangin' them O's like a realO.G should oh, he's good, no he wouldNever sell out he's so youngPoint out the bounceAnd show you how to get this dough inLarge amounts till it's hard to countPoint out the bounceI turn a 8 to an ounceTo a whole ki to the R.O.CPoint out the bounceTimbo the King niggaUhh, yeah, uhhPoint out the bounceJeah, Young Hov' the King niggaUhh, yeah, jeahMagazines call me a rock star, girls call me ***** starBillboard, pop star, neighborhood block starChi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobstersGingerbread man even said, "You're a monster"Yeah, that's how I feelTo be down, you must appealTo the crew, we're rated RO.C, O.G, Bobby Johnson's sonAsk me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?I seen MTV I know who you areYou did takeover did you got beef with Nas?"I did take over the game, brought back the soulI got tracks to go, got plaques that's goldPlatinum to go, yeah that's the flowAll I, know, I got's the flowAnd I don't play 'coz I'm from ChicagoAnd show you how to get this dough inLarge amounts till it's hard to countPoint out the bounceI turn a 8 to an ounceTo a whole ki to the R.O.CPoint out the bounceTimbo the King niggaUhhPoint out the bounceJeah, Young Hov' the King niggaPoint out the bouncePoint out the bouncePoint out the bouncePoint out the bouncePoint out the bounce
