P-Pullz (ft. Arjay Mian, Jorrell Redsun, Q-Popi, and Stelf Index) - “Bounce Down Bronx”
[Produced by Stelf Index]
[Verse 1: Arjay Mian]
Boogie down, bounce down, do what you want
Hit the dance floor—Arjay law
Steel machete, machine speed—you better believe
Evian flow—flip, you're naïve
Broadcasting from the BX
Head rap, rap yes, like s**
Stimulate, penetrate. I'ma make cake
Instant mix two ninety-nine a box
Move on, crush on you like crouton
You bomb. I Unabomb. Want a coupon?
No return like ninety days past
Blast. P. Dash the best? (Hell yes)
[Verse 2: Jorrell Redsun]
No stress on the conquest. Straight up
No struggle. I just strangle. Wait up
Rivalries eying me, their upper lip quiver
Deliver hits to your liver like liquor
Touch it or taste it, that's that payment
Her man stepped wrong, ate sandwich a la pavement
Maintain, it sound strange, but it's all the same sh**
Retired from the game, but still can reclaim it
Old baggage. I call this style “slow draggage.” But, of course, I can
Be on course to speeds that my lungs cannot manage and I damage
My damn age? Infinity
[Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x4)
Bounce Down Bronx, boogie oogie, oogie
Do what you like all night, all right?
[Verse 3: Q-Popi]
No snooze. I'm on patrol just like the blues
Nasty ooze. Plus I get in the groove just like Phillips screws
My style's tighter than a virgin in shrunken spandex
Not willing to buy a new pair with her own paper
Those chicks can only entertain us by letting us
Enter an*s. On the blanket like Linus. So hot, we clear
Your sinus. We asked labels to sign us
Those who said, “No,” will have a sign up
Saying that, “We're minus X amount of bucks”
Tododio. They're moving slow mo
Matter of fact, they're still behind like fat a**es in photos
Let's go, Valentine Avenue, Fordham Road, Patterson Projects
Edenwald, Prospect. We prosper, bounce, bounce
[Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x4)
Bounce Down Bronx, boogie oogie, oogie
Do what you like all night, all right?
[Verse 4: Stelf Index]
Now way back in the days when hip hop began
Brothers had park jams. Let's take it back there
Power from the street lights made the sounds tight
Plus that dark night let you get your rub on, stick to the back
Like an iron on. Breakbeats broke the street concrete
When the deejay would say, “Ho!” the whole crowd
Would follow. No worry of them stray hollow points
Just fists known then as joints. Sometimes, a Saturday night
Special would sound off one round off
But the next night, do it again and bring your friends
Now way back in the days when hip hop began
Brothers had park jams. Let's take it back there
[Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x4)
Bounce Down Bronx, boogie oogie, oogie
Do what you like all night, all right?