The Bounce

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 nigga Yo, 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 duping the flow, you see 'em Everybody looping up soul It's like you trying 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 dancing, glancing every chance they get Like, oh shit, he's so handsome Still in demand in the longest run standing 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 'til 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 Yeah Point out the bounce, yeah, Young Hov' the king nigga I got why'all For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n 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 meaning of what he is about And being I'm about my business, not mingling much Running my mouth, that shit kept lingering But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinkling The album width to keep the registers ringing In real life, I'm much more distinguished I'm like a bloke from London, England Yeah, you jingling 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 Slanging 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 'til 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 Yeah Point out the bounce, yeah, Young Hov' the king nigga Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star Chi-Town go-getting 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 are O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son Ask me, "Rey-Rey, 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 the flow And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago Point out the bounce, and show you how to get this dough in Large amounts 'til 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 Yeah Point out the bounce, yeah, Young Hov' the king nigga Point out the bounce [Repeat: x5]