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Bounce to This
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Bounce to This was released on January 4, 1994 by The Rightway Productions as a part of the album Ruthless By Law
ReleasedJanuary 4, 1994
LabelThe Rightway Productions
LanguageEnglish
BPM89
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

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 pet peeve about these **** who be trippin'
About these **** who be trippin' about these ****
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 train 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 eenie-meenie-meenie-moe
Should a **** 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 you 'real-ass' **** scat
See, it be on on my block
We poppin' a cop with a Glock
Even them young **** givin' shots
We gives a fuck about a copper, gettin' our propers
By burnin' cops like Nag Champa
So, ah - you can smoke an ounce to this (Biatch)
While my **** on the run smoke a stog and all bounce to this
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
So knick-knack-patty-wack, give a bitch a crack sack
And a fat smack with the mothafuckin' nut sack
And bust back in a battle
I'm like a rattlesnake, 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' **** on the run
It's the B-L-A to the C to the K
A nigg' from that there city by the Bay
A **** who gets his mug on and mack on, but anyway
Yo, any day, we can get 'em up or shoot 'em up
Havin' that ass bounce three times while my ****'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 **** still ain't learned they lesson
So we continue to make hits while you suckas keep guessin
Our style, our mothafuckin' 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 two **** 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 been 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
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
Yeah, it's '94 and I'm back on the spot
7-deuce Glass and 4-55 block
Straight mashin' down the Dolph, windows up, full of contact
Me and my **** 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 ounce St. Ides
Forty ounce, as I bounce back to the Dolph
Hella took already and a **** fit to be mo' off
I hit a cut, and parked in some shade
Seen my **** Baldhead walkin' down the street, he said, "I got a fade"
He jumped in, with 4 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, there really ain't nothin' to do"
Off to the O, see some hoes before we hit the freeway
5 deep in a 5 Ac', said "where we stay?"
I said, "Baby, I'm from the Lunatic Village
In Frisco where the gold thangs keep spinnin'
You got **** from Fillmore and Hunters Point
Who quick to smoke that ass just like a joint
But **** ain't set trippin', just keep on dippin'
Stayin' away from player haters who save bitches
'Cause **** where I come from, don't save hoes
If you ain't givin' no ass up, well, bounce yo' ass on
Biatch!
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
We go front, back, side to side
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this) (Hahahaha)
(While you mothafuckas bounce to this)
Written by: RBL Posse

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