(Verse 1) They said they wanted more bounce, so give 'em more of it It's high (It's high...) Know I can still bounce over it No lie, hit the switch and I lower it Slow it down, speed it up, that's how I'm flowin' it Sick in the mic, come in the night when the freaks come out, I peeps 'em out Take 'em home, do my thing, say "Goodbye," and I piece 'em out (Piece 'em out) What you mean PEACE OUT TIL THE NEXT TIME WE FREAKIN' OUT I'm bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out (Tweak 'em out) Turn up the volume, disturbin' the beef and now We gettin', loud, way louder than police allow Break the law, make ya shake, the bass shakes the ground Put them cracks up on the wall where cucarachas crawl My hip hop, it don't stop, no, not at all (Not at all) Nope I party til I fall Catch me boppin' my head, tapping one foot against the wall
Chorus: [Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce [Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out" [Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce [Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out" [Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce [Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out" [Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce, to the ounce
(Verse 2) Give 'em a little bit, then they want all of it It's too much to handle, homeboy, they can't swallow it (Swallow it) Brown bandana, mic in my mano In the other hand, got a paper bag with a bottle in it (Check it) More bounce to the ounce as I bounce down the block In the six-three Impala, got it locked up (Locked up...) But there's still one more Fact, they get to bounce off four off the floor Scrapin' (Scrapin') Catch me breakin' somethin' Lowridin' like backyard parties, homey, we keep 'em jumpin' Bouncin' like Roger Troutman or Fingazz on the talkbox West coast hip hop pop shots (West coast) Like a fool rack up four ton clothes in the frente Gotta keep it bouncin' for the gente They wanted more bounce, so give 'em more of it It's high, but I know I can still bounce over it
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(Verse 3) This is how I do it, grab a pen and take note My caro's like a boat, I hit the streets and I float (And I float) Hit the fronts, hit the backs, make it jump Turn it up a little bit, make it bump (Make it bump) Until I knock the fuckin' screw is loose Brand new five twenties like a pair of new shoes And I just got my hands on a ounce So I'm a roll a joint, smoke it and continue to bounce (Continue to bounce)
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(Verse 1) They said they wanted more bounce, so give 'em more of it It's high (It's high...) Know I can still bounce over it No lie, hit the switch and I lower it Slow it down, speed it up, that's how I'm flowin' it Sick in the mic, come in the night when the freaks come out, I peeps 'em out Take 'em home, do my thing, say "Goodbye," and I piece 'em out (Piece 'em out) What you mean PEACE OUT TIL THE NEXT TIME WE FREAKIN' OUT I'm bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out (Tweak 'em out) Turn up the volume, disturbin' the beef and now We gettin', loud, way louder than police allow Break the law, make ya shake, the bass shakes the ground Put them cracks up on the wall where cucarachas crawl My hip hop, it don't stop, no, not at all (Not at all) Nope I party til I fall Catch me boppin' my head, tapping one foot against the wall
Chorus: [Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce [Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out" [Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce [Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out" [Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce [Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out" [Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce, to the ounce
(Verse 2) Give 'em a little bit, then they want all of it It's too much to handle, homeboy, they can't swallow it (Swallow it) Brown bandana, mic in my mano In the other hand, got a paper bag with a bottle in it (Check it) More bounce to the ounce as I bounce down the block In the six-three Impala, got it locked up (Locked up...) But there's still one more Fact, they get to bounce off four off the floor Scrapin' (Scrapin') Catch me breakin' somethin' Lowridin' like backyard parties, homey, we keep 'em jumpin' Bouncin' like Roger Troutman or Fingazz on the talkbox West coast hip hop pop shots (West coast) Like a fool rack up four ton clothes in the frente Gotta keep it bouncin' for the gente They wanted more bounce, so give 'em more of it It's high, but I know I can still bounce over it
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(Verse 3) This is how I do it, grab a pen and take note My caro's like a boat, I hit the streets and I float (And I float) Hit the fronts, hit the backs, make it jump Turn it up a little bit, make it bump (Make it bump) Until I knock the fuckin' screw is loose Brand new five twenties like a pair of new shoes And I just got my hands on a ounce So I'm a roll a joint, smoke it and continue to bounce (Continue to bounce)
Repeat Chorus
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