you bounce Just bounce, just bounce Lemme see that body bounce 'Cause my rhymes are so fly And my jeans are so tight That I make these people bounce Bounce! Just bounce
Bounce, just bounce, let me see that body bounce 'Cause my rhymes are so fly, and my jeans are so tight That I make these people bounce Bounce, just
saying man, I'm tryna marry that Oh no, they did it again, who? Rob and Joe they slip with ten, what? Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas's All kind of missis
actin' a fool But seekin' some knowledge, southwest community college Took hold a nigga, enrolled and showed a nigga When Gotti around, ain't enough hoes for niggaz Never did I get the big
wit me datta be great Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz Desert in da stashin' da Sony cam zoom lens All have ourselves one big
Hey what's happening? It's your homeboy Lil' Rob Back with some more shit You know I cruise my low riders But I just can't find nothing to cruise to you
out Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out Fabolous the one from the menatti mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim nigga in a big body
I decided to sleep by the do' Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo' Driftin' off into another stage of life *** paid you price and big homies
go in your Yugo, gonna miss the Benz Coupe, hometroop Who's supportin' ya now? Got a job or do ya rob? I heard you're sellin' drugs Big man? But just
*two gun shots* It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic Grew up in the world alone God forgot about them, hmm Forced to fend for themselves In the
to dig up and toss in the body And give up more money as bank of the sore Three separate bodies hacked up with a axe and I think a big sack Been chewed
Rob B signed me Gave me some common cheese and told me, nigga, it's on Fuck some arbon mist, we sippin' Don Parion Tight 2 def with the twentys out so nigga, you besta bounce
the dark, M.O., you know what I'm sayin'? Big up big up to all my people All that other shit is dead, dead, dead Word up I wanna give a big up to the
go [Mr. Man] Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.") Call the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.") Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.") Big
phone booth Niggas on the roofs Spiff Star is in the range The atmosphere change Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big
in love with my feria What I would for my feria I stay true to my feria Because my feria loves me 1st verse (spm): I got a fat girl, with a big ol'
old child to raise Plus you true blue 'bout this music But they do not want to hear it because They'd rather be bouncin' and shootin' And killin' and bouncin
slide Uh, uh, bounce (Yo!) Bounce, bounce, but no way Uh, uh, uh, uh (Say what?,Say what?) Hell naw, I can't let that slide Uh, uh If you gonna rob
