I wanna be everything your man's not And I'm gonna give every little thing I got Because you are more than a man needs That's why I say you truely my
[Verse 1:] Suddenly she's Leaving Suddenly the Promise of love has gone Suddenly Breathing seems so hard to do Carefully you Planned it I got
and the platinum tech With a minute in the game When they discover my necks You don't fret Got you a ring Got you a fret I make all the other crew bounce
ASHER ROTH [Aww...] DJ CANNON: You're about to witness a dynasty like no other! {CANNON!} [And the..] DJ CANNON: This is history in the making! [Aww
the way me ringai. Hey Mister DJ Hit with a replay Check it Hey why you all in my face. Give me some leeway. Got you doin' what we say. Other nigga's
like last year we told the girls, talking about they was down, 'Save the drama for your mama.' CMW cause the trauma, y'knowutumsayin? Me and my DJ Mike
2003 2004 it's all about me I'm gonna explain so ya'll folks can see Watch me do it, it's so easy First ya get real low Bounce on ya toes Snap ya finger
bounce on your toes hit after hit Chorus Make ya get real low bounce on your toes Bend your knees until your hips go oh I make ya get real low bounce
peelin around them bullet wounds on your back You're fat, plus you're abortion-prone [DJ Quik] I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other
beats, as we bring the heat [Hook] Make it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the side Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, slap it, on the side [DJ
me (2X) (We go do it, do it, do it) [Busta Rhymes] Check it out yo Do it to me I'ma do it to you Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
in the middle of the club So bring it here and lil' mama fall in And tell yo' crew that they could join in So DJ spin it back, I got 'em tickled So you
in the middle of the club So bring it here a lil' mama fall in And tell your crew that they can join in So DJ spin it back I gotta tinkle So best be runnin
your mind C. Boogie break 'em off a little something! [Charlie Brown] Hey, yo, check it out, it's real late in the morning All these other DJ's, they
chrome, the frame is black. (So watch it lift up) Till the motherfucker bounce and break, And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. Let the games begin, These other
(feat. DJ Paul) What's the motherfucking business? I'm tryna tell ya it's hard not to kill you chicken-head ass hoes Talking all that motherfucking
now Game down to a science so they feel me now Seen the light so my eyes ain't weary now Turn it up holla back, Can you feel me now? [Verse 1] I bounce