T-bone - Bounce lyrics

Bounce ringtone on your mobile phone

This is strictly for them low low's, el Camino and Chevrolet Impalas

Bouncing from California all the way to Nicaragua

Sixteen switches, rides is vicious, bouncing like bad checks

Candy apple, licorice, twirling a hundred spokes, this one's for my folks

Black's Philippinos, Caucasians, Latinos, gotta know the rules when you up in this game

If you want a piece of the street, fast and furious fame

Then yo, mira bro, first of pinta lo, see them windows dogg, tinta lo

Juice it up wit hydraulics then brinca lo, blast this in the fosgate and let the speakers blow

In the, Escalade, then escapade, like Janet, to the car show

Pump the breaks, take first place, smile, then collect the cake

Dall up the homie E-Dogg, then it's time to shake

Chorus

Bounce, Bounce, Cadillac trucks and jeeps

From the Bronx to the Compton streets, for the clubs

Mix shows and my peeps, ahhhh

Now everybody bounce, bounce

I been know to bring the heat to the instrumental, check the credentials

My fundamentals essential for reaching killas and thug generals

In the streets where they packing the heat, creep

Throw up em gang signs and C-walk to the beat, strictly

Taking the preaching the word to those smoking the herb

Sharing the real for em dealers serving crack on the curb, swerve

To the left then I scrape my plates, now I'm dipping hopping initiating sparks on the interstate

Feels so great in the golden state, cool breeze from the ocean on the golden gate

I can't wait for the weekend we can make it a date, Motorola 2 way

The homies tell em meet me at eight, at the studio so we can blaze the track

Like Kobe and Shaq, wit back to back platinum tracks

We aint quitting yall yo we bringing the heat, like Pacino and Luchiano for the thugs in the streets

Now if ya feeling what I'm saying throw ya hands in the sky

Party people from California all the way to Hawaii, ATL and South Beach where the mamis look fine

To the streets of Spanish Harlem for my peeps in NY

Mexicano o Cubano, Panameno, Columbiano, Argentino, Chileno, Nicoya o Puerto Riceno

Yo it don't really matter this a T-Bone party

So throw ya hands up in the sky mama move ya body

No Bacardi, Hennessey, Chronic, beer or Chocolate tie

Why? Cuz this is how we do it when we naturally high

Now watch me rock like Nirvana, what up mama I'm the don dada known to mix it up like Santana