Teddy Roxpin - Bounce lyrics

[Hook] Yeaaah, all you motherf**ers Turn it up let it (bounce) In the trunk let it (bounce) Throw em up let it (bounce) Yeah b**h, this is what we do when we verbally turn em out With the speakers to the maximum, baby just let it bounce Now, in a crowd let it, (bounce) turn it loud let it (bounce) Blow em out let it (bounce) Yeah b**h, this is what we do when I show em what I'm about With the speakers to the maximum baby just let it bounce [Verse 1: Chris Webby] It's that evil rap nemesis, puttin' together sentences Faster than that hedgehog runnin' on Sega Genesis Higher than the hooves of Pegasus, and let the pencil hit The paper harder than a bus, Jerome Bettis it Let it be said a bit with the excellent rhetoric My vernacular's spectacular, step to me and I'll settle it If mastery of language was the goal, then I'm ahead of it You can't connect the checks that I'm cuttin' down in Connecticut My flow is art, rib cage, got a soldier's heart Verbally a double barrell shotty, leave you blown apart I'm such an animal they kicked me off of Noah's Ark Cause they keep on comin' up shorter than Napoleon Bonaparte Me? I'm a tall dude, never let you fall through Hard as granite dammit, these b**hes softer than dog food Shoot em up, R2, drop so many bars you Haters quit your job, cause there's nothin' to argue Now let it [Hook] [Verse 2: Chris Webby] White boy rap sergeant, buzz bigger than Cartman Mentally a menace, my brain's the size of a Martian's Used to be broke as f** at the mall lookin' for bargains Now I got a gold card, cha ching, charge em' Started off small now I do it for the ma**es Spit it greater, incinerate em, burn em to ashes Now these new college kids think that they can match it b**h I drop cla**ics, all you droppin' is cla**es Who needs Hofstra? Hip-Hops my donna school Hotter than my mamas macaroni with some gaba gruel Yeah I'm co*ky as f**, just bein' honest fool Being modest isn't in a single molecule In my whole body, who's touchin' me nobody Now I'm up on iTunes takin' yo money Give a sh** my nose runny cause I spit it so sick Now bounce turn it up in the whip, cause you know we gonna [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] I'm that dude with a 40 while everybody sippin' Rozay No filter on my mouth, not a thing I won't say Check the clocks like Coldplay, know what time it is And my future still looking good like Marisa Tomei Huh, beatin' me? no way, b**h you better ease up Who needs a label? only thing I'm signin' is a prenup I'm a beast why would I compete with these chumps I'm an 8 ball, they only equal the key bump Keep my bars hot, rappin' in the car lots Private school trainin' at the school of hard knocks They pop the hard rock, I'm makin' your jaw drop So high, I'm up in the sky with Star Fox Hip-Hop veteran, rockin' a weightless Letterman Bad to the bone you can check my damn skeleton Webby ready as ever you better let me in Come on bounce let me tell em' again So just [Hook]