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Bounce To This - текст песни



Bounce To This


(feat. Cellski)




[Mr. Cee]


Well, here's a little dose


From the half of the group you like the most


Straight from the Frisco City, West Coast


With somethin up my sleeve


It's just my pep talk about these niggas who be trippin


About these niggas who be trippin about these niggas, oh my God, they done failed


Each one of them's some victims with some jaws that got swelled


With a hard blow from the steel-toed boots


Cause mama always said, "Boy, put them feet to use"


And don't get mad cause we won't flip-flop


Cause RBL's just like a truck with no brakes, punk, it don't stop


Like Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like great


Cause we ain't comin corny like some of you Frosted Flakes




[Black C]


So meenie-meenie-meenie-moe


Should a nigga pick a hoe?


I think I squat to the house for the gat, I bring us back some indo


Pretend tho, if you wanna, I think I'm gonna


Step to the back and bust a cap


And watch yo 'real-ass' niggas scat


See, it be on on my block


We poppin a cop with a glock


Even them young niggas givin shots


We gives a fuck about a copper, gettin our propers


By burnin cops like ???? chopper


So ah - you can smoke an ounce to this (biatch)


While my niggas on the run smoke a stog and all bounce to this




[CHORUS]


We go front, back, side to side


"While you muthafuckas bounce to this" (Snoop Doggy Doggy)




[Black C]


So knick-knack-patty-wack, give a bitch a crack sack


And a fat smack with the muthafuckin nut sack


And bust back in a battle


I'm like a rattle snake, I don't fake


Bust one cap out the eight in my gun


Run, you get stunned, I'm shootin for fun


I'm like a warrant havin niggas on the run


It's the B-l-a to the c to the k


A nigga from that there city by the Bay


A nigga who gets his mug on and mack on, but anyway


On any day we can get em up or shoot em up


Havin that ass bounce three times while my nigga's schoolin ya




[Mr. Cee]


It's like 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1 with a bang


It was 'a lesson to be learned,' but that's a known thang


But niggas still ain't learned they lesson


So we continue to make hits while you suckers keep guessin


Our style, our muthafuckin flavor


But don't you even trip if you can't cater


To the needs of party people, makin em movin, gettin em groovin


But 2 niggas in Frisco hats and Nike shoes can


And no one told me but I know I'm goin major


Cause all these punk hoes that's for callin on my pager


But I just sit back and chop my beats like a ounce


And make yo trunk like a trampoline and watch my song (Texts of songs ) bounce




[CHORUS]




[Cellski]


Yeah, it's '94 and I'm back on the spot


72 class 455 block


Straight mashin down the [street name] windows up, full of contact


Me and my niggas just got through burnin a twamp sack


I'm rollin around high as fuck gurpin off some right


I hit the liquor store to get a 40 of St. Ides


Forty ounces, I bounce back to the [street name]


Hella took already and a nigga fit to be mo' off


I hit a cut and parked in some shade


Seen my nigga Baldhead walkin down the street, he said, "I got a fade"


He jumped in with fo' sacks of indo


He twisted up the dank as I hit the 4-0


He said, "Let's ride and get up out the View


Because in the View really ain't nothin to do"


Off to the O, see some hoes before we hit the freeway


5 deep in a 5 Ac, see where we stay


I said, "Baby, I'm from the Lunatic village


In Frisco where the gold thangs keep spinnin"


You got niggas from Fillmore and Hunters Point


Who quick to smoke that ass just like a joint


But niggas ain't set-trippin, just keep on dippin


Stand away from player-haters who save bitches


Cause niggas where I come from don't save hoes


If you ain't givin no ass up, well, bounce yo ass on


Biatch




[CHORUS]



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