Bounce - T-Bone

This is strictly for them low lowЂ™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 oneЂ™s for my folks

BlackЂ™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 itЂ™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 IЂ™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 canЂ™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 IЂ™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 donЂ™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 IЂ™m the don dada known to mix it

up like Santana