Snoop, come bounce to this Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Death Row-ow, Death Row) Shucks, stomping in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you klutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds It's the zoo

You know what I mean yeah? All my friends'll desert again In my head, I can sleep when I'm dead Baby, don't let the hype dilute ya (na na na) So bounce if you’ve had enough Do you know what I mean yeah? Of the people you know And I don't wanna be a loner

Way before the fame (Bounce) Out the blue, like a Crip But I never bang though They know, we've been at it way before the fame, ho Way before the fame, ho At it way before the, way before the fame ho (Bounce) Way before the, way before the fame ho

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back (You ain’t getting checks) Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back D town LAX, every

You should get what you deserve Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce And that’s a nigga like me Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce And that's some of this D You should get what you deserve (uh-uh-ey) Said I’m just tryna take you home and make that ass

Baby I'm freaky! Freaky? Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Come here! Si tu quiere' que te coma toda Hah, Hah, let's go! Muevelo, muevelo sin parar! Let's Go! Como! Abre las pierna', why dale Toma! I'ma make that thang bounce!

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) Pop that pop that pop that Drop that pussy bitch Work, work, work, work, bounce Work, work, work, work, bounce (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) (Don't stop, pop that, don't

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

All I do is bounce in my low low Getting called this nigga out the solo Got the burner in the low low Damn nigga, there go po po Pops used to have the low low I was little in a low low You know I got it for the low low You know I get it for the low low

Dámelo papi chulo Baby, back back back it up Oh, my gosh oh, my gah I love it when you drop it down You turn around and make it bounce Boom boom, mami mami mami Ain't nothing fake on you You so so real (so real)