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 nigga ya, listen Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Cla*sic' 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 nigga Uhh, yeah, uhh Point out the bounce Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga 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 nigga Uhh Point out the bounce Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce