Bounce Lyrics by T-bone

Bounce

Bounce ringtone on your mobile phone
This is strictly for them low low's, el Camino and Chevrolet ImpalasBouncing from California all the way to NicaraguaSixteen switches, rides is vicious, bouncing like bad checksCandy apple, licorice, twirling a hundred spokes, this one's for my folksBlack's Philippinos, Caucasians, Latinos, gotta know the rules when you up in this gameIf you want a piece of the street, fast and furious fameThen yo, mira bro, first of pinta lo, see them windows dogg, tinta loJuice it up wit hydraulics then brinca lo, blast this in the fosgate and let the speakers blowIn the, Escalade, then escapade, like Janet, to the car showPump the breaks, take first place, smile, then collect the cakeDall up the homie E-Dogg, then it's time to shakeChorusBounce, Bounce, Cadillac trucks and jeepsFrom the Bronx to the Compton streets, for the clubsMix shows and my peeps, ahhhhNow everybody bounce, bounceI been know to bring the heat to the instrumental, check the credentialsMy fundamentals essential for reaching killas an
d thug generalsIn the streets where they packing the heat, creepThrow up em gang signs and C-walk to the beat, strictlyTaking the preaching the word to those smoking the herbSharing the real for em dealers serving crack on the curb, swerveTo the left then I scrape my plates, now I'm dipping hopping initiating sparks on the interstateFeels so great in the golden state, cool breeze from the ocean on the golden gateI can't wait for the weekend we can make it a date, Motorola 2 wayThe homies tell em meet me at eight, at the studio so we can blaze the trackLike Kobe and Shaq, wit back to back platinum tracksWe aint quitting yall yo we bringing the heat, like Pacino and Luchiano for the thugs in the streetsNow if ya feeling what I'm saying throw ya hands in the skyParty people from California all the way to Hawaii, ATL and South Beach where the mamis look fineTo the streets of Spanish Harlem for my peeps in NYMexicano o Cubano, Panameno, Columbiano, Argentino, Chileno, Nicoya o Puerto RicenoYo it d
on't really matter this a T-Bone partySo throw ya hands up in the sky mama move ya bodyNo Bacardi, Hennessey, Chronic, beer or Chocolate tieWhy? Cuz this is how we do it when we naturally highNow watch me rock like Nirvana, what up mama I'm the don dada known to mix it up like Santana