[Busta Talking]
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce niggas
Come on bounce, come on bounce, bounce
Come on bounce bitches, come on bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce
Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce
What come on, come on
I'm saying bounce bitches, come on bounce now

Yes, yes y'all, you know we talking it all
See how we bringing the street corner to Cargenie Hall
It be so funny to see how badly they want it
The fall, fucking up something me and my niggas is ready to brawl (ha!)
Now I'm ready to call my niggas get off of the wall
I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall
While we popping the collar holla you need to folla the scholar (hey yo!)
Hustle for dollas and rock it until manana
My niggas, know how we do it
I do it for the love and the riches, my niggas hitting them switches
I got the rent from my bitches
(You fuck around, youse a gonner!) Put this shit back in order
And keep in mind that I might be fucking somebody's daughter
My niggas that be keeping it gully and hang on the corner
Bitches get the stripping and shaking they shit how they want to
Let me see it mama, and start showing ya shit
I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit

[Chorus]
Bounce, represent where you from (Bounce)
Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce)
To all my ladies (bounce), I love the way you make it (bounce)
Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce)
East coast niggas! (bounce) Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
West coast niggas! (bounce) Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
My dirty south niggas! (bounce) Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
My midwest niggas! (bounce) Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)

Now let me warn ya (bounce)
The way we coming you we bringing the storm y'all
Pack the garden up watching all of my niggas form y'all
The way we always do it, you saying we wrong y'all (ah-roo)
You still be loving the way we put it on y'all
Oh baby! I know you know I really mean well
Mizzy giving me head all up inside of my V-12
Female bitches throwing they pussy at retail
All up in ya face see every inch of it get detailed (ah-hah!)
Now we rolling wit bigger money we folding (ah-hah!)
Cracking ? in the safe in money we holding (ah-hah!)
Hold on, pause, these bitches be dropping they drawers
Laying flat on they stomache and popping it all on the floor
Coming to get us, we tossing ya niggas like lettuce (uh-auh)
Leaving you beat up we threaten the moment you met us
Bitches open for bonin' and fucking they starving the let us
Sweating and dripping on niggas and starting to wet us (so!)
Check out the way that we repping we coming to get it (ah-roo!)
Get the fuck out the club if you ain't rollin wit it
I be giving you bitches some shit you be wontin to goggle
Hitting these bitches that focus on wantin' to model
Whether you whipping up in the truck or you revin' the trottle
Or you wlying up in the club or you throwing the bottle
Just let me see it mama! and start showin ya shit
I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit

[Chorus]

Bounce

Writer : SMITH/BRADFORD/ELIZONDO
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC