Ras Ka** - Still More Bounce lyrics

[Talkbox: Battlecat] Rest in peace, Roger Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (We live this sh**} Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this sh**) Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this sh**) Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-w-w-we live this sh**) Bounce, more bounce [Ras Ka**] Yeah yeah, more bounce to the ounce, so keep f** a ounce, n***a It's Still More Bounce to the ounce, keep f** a ounce, heh Still More Bounce, we wanna keep f** a ounce tho Yeah, Battlecat, n***a Dirty Ray listen I'm like Terminator 2 askin where Sarah Connor is Two side bustas kick rocks like narcotics anonymous Ever since the top (ever since the top) I remember dudes in Karate shoes Pop Lockin to Roger Now it's 2000, a new world order The birth of G-Funk, Roger created the vocoder So haters slide to the side, let the riders ride *Singin* - Ooh ooh ooh, now I own mine (muthaf**a) [?] Chevy, yo, zzp-zzp! Now can I bang bang? (bang bang) picture Roger & Zapp A dominatrac cat, on Purple Haze and Conynac Dirty Ray, fo fo fo microphones Wolfpac shakin ya Time Zone and fadin ya home (Gimme a dome) - Twenty inches hit the scene Smoke screen, open the do, big gold chain gleam We get low down and dirty fo that Triban Family 2002, Roger R-I-P, come on [Hook: ?] We pop these collars, what we bout Lets have all y'all falla, what we bout Smoke up ya whole ounce, then we bounce Roger Zapp Battlecat, this is Still More Bounce Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Ah hah) Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Yeah yeah) Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Come on) Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Uh) [Kam] Uh check, uh uh uh Watch out s**er, matter of fact duck (f** f** f**) Out the window of my Cadillac Truck, and whats up? We rollin paper plates, homies movin crates of tapes While y'all wearin captains savin no crapes on daytons I am one of the greats, know you might be hurt Baby ain't nobody retire'n in my White T-Shirt As long as fools still feel, and trust I'm real Ima keep bustin big rhymes dimes nuts and steel (I ain't that type of brother that Cs can walk wit) Man I ain't politically correct, Ima talk sh** About these mucic industry characters, cos there ain't no debate'n These record company people be hatin, females be degratin their selves Thinkin the desk gon last Thats why I'm quick to put these chickens on blast Tryna tell me "I'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that" But they all jus wick-weak-wacks [Talkbox: Battlecat] More bounce Roger More bounce [Tash] Say what? uh say what? uh yo uh If this was '87 when bangin was at it's peak This song woulda had em closin clubs every week Cos we speak the really real, speak how we really feel Come work for me have ya n***as stealin wheels Daytons, BGs, what ever rims housin I need sum 19s fo my Benz 2000 Work wit me homeboy, it's all luv I told you 19s, you came back wit dubs When push come to shove, Tash knocks em out the box You might hear me at a club or on a boom-box in Watts Jus swangin, raps over beats that hump Thats why a n***a like CaTash get it crunk from jump I Slam-Dunk the funk like a Alley-Loop to Shaq Y'all fools so wack ya prolly can't rap to Zapp So slap yo'self, this is Wolfpac Records Rest In Peace Roger, your music was respected [Hook X2] We pop these collars, what we bout Lets have all y'all falla, what we bout Smoke up ya whole ounce, then we bounce Roger Zapp Battlecat, this is Still More Bounce Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Ah hah) Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Yeah yeah) Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Come on) Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Uh)