Paroles de 'Bounce To This' par RBL Posse

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

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

We go front, back, side to side

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

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

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 bounce

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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

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