Bounce

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rhymefest] Bounce my nigga You dont want no beef with these Chi-town niggas You ain't got the phlegm for the four-pound spitters Underground underneath everything that glitters Still gold, still selling 500 thousand Not satisfied 'till we push another thousand Park the vehicle right in front of public housing So the shorties with nigga half Thye get out the brown and Run a little math and Count that paper Balls so hard they bounce back later Have green parties but not Ralph Nader Black like Darth Vader You know me, ain't squeeze, talk later "That's my baby" What my mama say when I got her that Mercedes Make that old woman feel like a young lady, that's crazy I went from broke as a yoke to no jokin homie just pay that [Chorus: The Stylistics] If I had money I'd go out Buy you furs, dress you like a queen And in a chauffeured limousine We'd look so fine But I'm an ordinary guy And my pockets are empty [Verse 2: Rhymefest] You want to know what the Midwest is? Wild and restless where reckless niggas might snap ya necklace And next them niggas might jack ya Lexus Whole blocks fighting over blocks like Tetris That's so foolish We finna flip the rocks and stocks on your back Buy everybody computers Every ride is the newest, every chick be the nudest Doin' it for ourselves, ya'll know how them crackers do it So you bounce my nigga Hands out, like we smoke an ounce my nigga Stand by, we about to flip the game, equip the rain Buy three houses and we decorate our cribs the same So take that witcha Starving artists naw man Paint that picture As long as I got my film Can't get richer Standin' by me Without a deal Making this mil [Chorus: The Stylistics] If I had money I'd go out Buy you furs, dress you like a queen And in a chauffeured limousine We'd look so fine But I'm an ordinary guy And my pockets are empty If I had money I'd go out Buy you furs, dress you like a queen And in a chauffeured limousine We'd look so fine But I'm an ordinary guy And my pockets are empty