Bounce
• Written by Jito
// Let's get this shit rockin. Yo,
Start bouncin' like hydraulics
It's even better with narcotics
I rock it, slobber all over the beat
Leaving the studio with a reciept
Cash in my check, go to the party
I hardly pass out but someone brought a sharpie,
Wake up, dick on my lip
Look down, vagina and tits
Drawn all over my hip
Stumble out to my car, feel the cold air
Shit, this isn't mine, but oh well!
// chorus
Bounce, bounce bounce
Pounce, pounce pounce
Put ya mother fucking hands up
Like i'm a cop, handling a stick up!
// v2
Friday, about to goto a rave,
With chris and my friend Dave
On our way there we stopped to pick up some weed,
He proceeds to show it, long as a centipede
It's fucking awesome, rolling joints in the car
Cops filling blanks like they were pressing the space bar
We get in, give them the money
Now we can get high and honeys
First shawty was a breeze
Easily sneezed onto her knees
Something loud was about to unleash,
Everybody freeze! It's the motherfucking police!
Their either here for drugs, or my tragic flow
Either way, I'm out, Barrel rolled out the back window
Minor concussion, concrete soft as a pillow!
// chorus
Bounce, bounce bounce
Pounce, pounce pounce
Put ya mother fucking hands up
Like i'm a cop, handling a stick up!// chorus
Bounce, bounce bounce
Pounce, pounce pounce
Put ya mother fucking hands up
Like i'm a cop, handling a stick up!
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Jito
Member since November 5 2015