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?