Versuri 11. 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 Classic' 
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 
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