Testo Bounce - Chris Webby
Testo della canzone Bounce (Chris Webby), tratta dall'album There Goes The Neighborhood
All you motherfuckers (Bounce)
Turn it up, let it (Bounce)
In the truck, let it (Bounce)
Throw 'em up, let it (Bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when we verbally turn 'em out
With the speakers to the maximum, baby, just let it bounce now
(Bounce)
In a crowd, let it (Bounce)
Turn it loud, let it (Bounce)
Blow 'em out, let it (Bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I show 'em what I'm about
With the speakers to the maximum, baby, just let it bounce
It's that evil rap nemesis, puttin' together sentences
Faster than the hedgehog runnin' on Sega Genesis
Higher than the hooves of Pegasus and let the pencil hit
The paper harder than a bus
Jerome Bettis it, let it be said a bit
With the excellent rhetoric, my vernacular's spectacular
Step to me and I'll settle it
If mastery of language was the goal, then I'm ahead of it
You can't connect the checks that I'm cuttin' down in Connecticut
My flow is art, ribcage, got a soldier's heart
Verbally a double barrel shotty, leave you blown apart
I'm such an animal, they kicked me off of Noah's Ark
'Cause they keep comin' up shorter than Napoleon Bonaparte
Me? I'm a tall dude, never let shit fall through
Hard as granite, dammit, these bitches softer than dog food
Shoot 'em up, R2, drop so many bars you
Haters quit your job 'cause there's nothin' to argue
White boy rap sergeant, buzz bigger than Cartman
Mentally a menace, my brain's the size of a Martian's
Used to be broke as fuck at the mall lookin' for bargains
Now I got a gold card, ch-ching, charge 'em
Started off small, now I do it for the masses
Spit it greater, incinerator, burn 'em to ashes
Now these new college kids think that they can match it
Bitch, I drop classics, all you droppin' is classes
Who needs Hofstra? Hip -Hop's my honor school
Hotter than my mama's macaroni with some Gabagool
Yeah I'm cocky as fuck, just bein' honest, fools
Bein' modest isn't in a single molecule
In my whole body, who touchin' me? Nobody
Now I'm up on iTunes takin' your money
And shit, my nose runny 'cause I spit it so sick
Now bounce, turn it up in the whip, 'cause you know we gonna
I'm that dude with a 40 while everybody's sippin' Rosé
No filter on my mouth, not a thing I won't say
Check the clocks like Coldplay, know what time it is
And my future's still lookin' good like Marisa Tomei
Beatin' me? No way, bitch, you better ease up
Who needs a label? Only thing I'm signin' is a prenup
I'm a beast, why would I compete with these chumps?
I'm an 8-ball, they only equal the key bump
Keep my bars hot, rappin' in car lots
Private school trainin' at the school of hard knocks
Hip-Hop to hard rock, I'm makin' your jaw drop
So high, I'm up in the sky with Star Fox
Hip-Hop veteran rockin' a weightless letterman
Bad to the bone, you can check my damn skeleton
Webby ready as ever, you better let me in
Come on, bounce, let me tell 'em again, so just
Credits
Writer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Shawn Carter, Robin Andre Mays, Shanell Ayana Jones, Derrick Carr, Robert I Kirkland
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