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Lil Rob

More Bounce

More Bounce

(album: Oldie Collection - 2010)

[Lil Rob]
Alright

[Verse 1]
They said they wanted more bounce, so give 'em more of it
It's high (It's high...)
Know I can still bounce over it
No lie, hit the switch and I lower it
Slow it down, speed it up, that's how I'm flowing it
Sick in the mic, come in the night when the freaks come out, I peeps 'em out
Take 'em home, do my thing, say "Goodbye," and I piece 'em out (Piece 'em out)
What you mean
PEACE OUT TIL THE NEXT TIME WE FREAKIN' OUT
I'm bouncing lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out (Tweak 'em out)
Turn up the volume, disturbing the beef and now
We getting, loud, way louder than police allow
Break the law, make ya shake, the bass shakes the ground
Put them cracks up on the wall where cucarachas crawl
My hip hop, it don't stop, no, not at all (Not at all)
Nope
I party til I fall
Catch me bopping my head, tapping one foot against the wall

[Chorus:]
[Lil Rob] Bumping more bounce
[Fingazz] "Boun-bouncing lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out"
[Lil Rob] Bumping more bounce
[Fingazz] "Boun-bouncing lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out"
[Lil Rob] Bumping more bounce
[Fingazz] "Boun-bouncing lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out"
[Lil Rob] Bumping more bounce, to the ounce

[Verse 2]
Give 'em a little bit, then they want all of it
It's too much to handle, homeboy, they can't swallow it (Swallow it)
Brown bandana, mic in my mano
In the other hand, got a paper bag with a bottle in it (Check it)
More bounce to the ounce as I bounce down the block
In the six-three Impala, got it locked up (Locked up...)
But there's still one more
Fact, they get to bounce off four off the floor
Scraping (Scrapin')
Catch me breaking something
Lowriding like backyard parties, homey, we keep 'em jumping
Bouncing like Roger Troutman or Fingazz on the talkbox
West coast hip hop pop shots (West coast)
Like a fool rack up four ton clothes in the frente
Gotta keep it bouncing for the gente
They wanted more bounce, so give 'em more of it
It's high, but I know I can still bounce over it

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
This is how I do it, grab a pen and take note
My caro's like a boat, I hit the streets and I float (And I float)
Hit the fronts, hit the backs, make it jump
Turn it up a little bit, make it bump (Make it bump)
Until I knock the fucking screw is loose
Brand new five twenties like a pair of new shoes
And I just got my hands on a ounce
So I'm a roll a joint, smoke it and continue to bounce (Continue to bounce)

[Repeat Chorus]

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