Timbaland - The Bounce lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] Uhh, just point out the bounce Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah Just point out the bounce, yeah Timbo the king, yeah Young Hov' the king, yeah Just point out the bounce Yes, just point out the bounce n***a Yo, listen [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Rumor has it The Blueprint cla**ic Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden So September 11th marks the era forever Of a revolutionary Jay Guevera Now it's a whole museum of, Hov MCers Everybody dupin' the flow, you see 'em Everybody loopin' up soul It's like you tryin to make The Blueprint 2 before Hov Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy See how we adjusted the game so easy Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get Like - oh sh**, he's so handsome Still in demand in the longest run standin Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom Can't one n***a get it back no rap Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible [Hook: Jay-Z] Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in Large amounts 'til it's hard to count Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce To a whole ki to the R.O.C Point out the bounce - Timbo the king n***a Uhh, yeah, uhh Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king n***a Uhh, I got y'all [Verse 2: Jay-Z] For those that think Hov fingers bling bling'n Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English They only know what the single is, and single that out To be the meaning of what he is about And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much Runnin my mouth, that sh** kept lingerin But no dummy, that's the sh** I'm sprinklin' The album width to keep the registers ringin' In real life, I'm much more distinguished I'm like a bloke from London, England Jeah, you jinglin' baby See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so hood [Hook] [Verse 3: Kanye West] Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me co*k star Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!" Yeah, that's how I feel To be down, you must appeal To the crew, we're rated R O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son Ask me, "Ray Ray, is that yo' car?" I seen MTV, I know who you are You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas? I did take over the game, brought back the soul Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow All I, know, I gots to blow And I don't play pause I'm from Chicago [Hook] Point out the bounce {5X}