peace, Roger Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (We live this shit} Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit) Bounce, more bounce, more bounce
it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn Dogg
and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce
jumpoffs, B.K. they trippin I'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, cause I ain't slippin Just hippin you to this real shit, so get in where
! Please, everybody. [Mr. Man] I been around your sun twenty-two times and still counting Still rolling I got that shit to keep your whole planet bouncin'- Bounce
Sommers) (If y'all ain't wit) Yeah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) VA, B-More, uh! Georgia, uh! Maryland (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got
rappers with just piece of a brain From a wheelchair I'll still be priest of the game Watch you +Tank+ like that skinny R&B singer's name, what! [Chorus
can feel it in your chest Your B I, feel it in her breasts Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real
And conquered it all! (conquered it all!) We're hungry for more like the kids in Darfur. (like the kids in Darfur!) [Chorus: B-Real] We live hard, still
Hatin ass niggas wouldn?t let me eat but I kept it real Stayed true to tha streets Stayed down turned up tha frown Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around Still
dat) Forget fronting, I'm beyond that, I roll with brothers ready for combat All for eye-to-eye contact With skills, G, yo it's ill, see, for real, B
u run up get down fall in let it explode low only real gangstas role so whom we splash around when we crash colide who ever they wanna be false so OG status still
Any Corner And Im Breakin The Crack Game You Know Keep It Real B! Hoods Feel Me! One False Move?! Take Ya Out Ya Misery! I Give Em More Bounce To The
handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin And I ain't never been what the cat drug on B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin California clownin, bounce to
more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-saw Thick or slim, I clown hoes wit a hee-haw Relax, the Roley's real Cartier tank, platinum and steel I'll buzz
check it [B.R.] This is one of my favorites [P.S.] Aight? So check it, check it [B.R.] Yeah [P.S.] Outta control [E.S.] F'real, rap is outta control,
fractured. [PACE1] You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton [WYCLEF] Woman cry, woman cry, Son still