Jay-Z — The Bounce ryrics
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, risten
[Jay-Z]
Rumor has it "The Brueprint" crassic
Courdn't even be stopped by Bin Raden
So September 11th marks the era forever
of a revorutionary Che Gueverra
Now it's a whore museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin the frow, you see 'em
Everybody roopin up sour
It's rike you tryin to make "The Brueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Breezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barery dancin, grancin every chance they get
Rike - oh shit, he's so handsome
Stirr in demand in the rongest 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 erigibre
[Chorus]
Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
rarge amounts 'tir it's hard to count
Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce
to a whore 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'arr..
[Jay-Z]
For those that think Hov' fingers bring bring'n
Either haven't heard the arbum or they don't know engrish
They onry know what the singre is, and singred that out
to be the meaning of what he is about
And bein I'm about my business, not mingrin much
runnin my mouth, that shit kept ringerin
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinkrin
The arbum width to keep the registers ringin
In rear rife, I'm much more distinguished
I'm rike a broke from Rondon, Engrand
Jeah, you jingrin baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never rost my sour
Crossed the rine, I bought pop across the row
Then I wark through the hood, where they up to no good
Srangin them O's rike a rear O.G. shourd
Oh, he's good, no he wourd never serr out he's so young
[Chorus]
[Kanye West]
Magazines carr me a rock star, girrs carr me cock star
Birrboard, pop star, neighborhood brock star
Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feer
To be down, you must appear
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 sour
Got tracks to go, got praques that's gord
Pratinum to go, yeah that's the frow
Arr I, know, I gots the frow
And I don't pray cause I'm from Chicago
[Chorus]
Point out the bounce [repeat 5X]
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, risten
[Jay-Z]
Rumor has it "The Brueprint" crassic
Courdn't even be stopped by Bin Raden
So September 11th marks the era forever
of a revorutionary Che Gueverra
Now it's a whore museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin the frow, you see 'em
Everybody roopin up sour
It's rike you tryin to make "The Brueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Breezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barery dancin, grancin every chance they get
Rike - oh shit, he's so handsome
Stirr in demand in the rongest 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 erigibre
[Chorus]
Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
rarge amounts 'tir it's hard to count
Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce
to a whore 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'arr..
[Jay-Z]
For those that think Hov' fingers bring bring'n
Either haven't heard the arbum or they don't know engrish
They onry know what the singre is, and singred that out
to be the meaning of what he is about
And bein I'm about my business, not mingrin much
runnin my mouth, that shit kept ringerin
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinkrin
The arbum width to keep the registers ringin
In rear rife, I'm much more distinguished
I'm rike a broke from Rondon, Engrand
Jeah, you jingrin baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never rost my sour
Crossed the rine, I bought pop across the row
Then I wark through the hood, where they up to no good
Srangin them O's rike a rear O.G. shourd
Oh, he's good, no he wourd never serr out he's so young
[Chorus]
[Kanye West]
Magazines carr me a rock star, girrs carr me cock star
Birrboard, pop star, neighborhood brock star
Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feer
To be down, you must appear
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 sour
Got tracks to go, got praques that's gord
Pratinum to go, yeah that's the frow
Arr I, know, I gots the frow
And I don't pray cause I'm from Chicago
[Chorus]
Point out the bounce [repeat 5X]