The Bounce (feat. Kanye West)

Uh

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, ****

Yah, listen

Rumor has it The Blueprint classic

Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden

So September 11th marks the era forever

Of the revolutionary Jay Guevara

Now it's a whole museum of Hov MC'ers

Everybody dupin' the flow, you can see 'em

Everybody loopin' up soul

It's like they tryna make The Blueprint 2 before Hov

Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kanyeezy

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 standing

Kidnapped rap seven years, no ransom

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

Young Hov's going to Canton, I'm a legend

(Point out the bounce)

I'll show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts till it's hard to count

(Point out the bounce)

I turn a eighth to a ounce

To a whole ki to the R-O-C

(Point out the bounce)

Timbo the king, ****

(Point out the bounce)

Chyeah, young Hov the king, ****

I got y'all

For those that think Hov fingers bling-blingin'

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 meanin' of what he's 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 with

To keep the registers ringin'

In real life I'm much more distinguished

I'm like a bloke from London, England

Chyeah, 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 Os like a real OG should

"Oh, he's good!"

"No, he would never sell out, he's so hood"

(Point out the bounce)

I'll show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts till it's hard to count

(Point out the bounce)

I turn a eighth to a ounce

To a whole ki to the R-O-C

(Point out the bounce)

Timbo the king, ****

(Point out the bounce)

Chyeah, young Hov the king, ****

Magazines call me a rockstar

Girls call me cock star

Billboard popstar

Neighborhood block star

Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobsters

Gingerbread Man even said "You're a monster!"

Yeah, that's how I feel (Uh-huh)

To be down you must appeal

To the crew, we're rated R

OC, OG, Bobby Johnson son

Ask me, "Ray-Ray, 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 to blow

And I don't play pause, I'm from Chicago

I'll show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts till it's hard to count

(Point out the bounce)

I turn a eighth to a ounce

To a whole ki to the R-O-C

(Point out the bounce)

Timbo the king, ****

(Point out the bounce)

Chyeah, young Hov the king, ****

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

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