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    "The Bounce" Lyrics

    Jay-Z feat. Kanye West

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    Uhh, 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 dupin the flow, you see 'em
    Everybody loopin up soul
    It's like you tryin 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 dancin, glancin every chance they get
    Like - oh shit, he's so handsome
    Still in demand in the longest run standin
    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
    Uhh, yeah, uhh
    Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

    Uhh, I got y'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 bein I'm about my business, not minglin much
    runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin
    But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin
    The album width to keep the registers ringin
    In real life, I'm much more distinguished
    I'm like a bloke from London, England
    Jeah, you jinglin 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
    Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should
    Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young


    [Verse Three]
    Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
    Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
    Chi-Town go-gettin 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 R
    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 {*repeat 5X*}
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Robin Mays, Irving Lorenzo, Robert Kirkland, Jeffrey Atkins, Derrick Carr, Shanel Jones, Shawn Carter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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