Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin Watch me watch me, bonafide hard copy Hip-hop nazi dispose of the Liberace's Extra extra, enjoy the lecture from Hannibal Lector, now rewind selector Bounce it bounce it, smoke by the ounces Tan leather couches,

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

Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee Affiliated

Make it bounce Oh-oh-oh-oh Shake it, break it, make it bounce Go nuts, hands up, get crazy Bounce, make it, make it bounce Bounce, make it bounce Bounce, shake it, break it, make it bounce I don't wanna hurt ya but I'm about to work ya Watch your mouth

Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit She rode it like a soldier I say bounce that shit like woah Yeah, bounce that shit like woah This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it Girl that's just some child's play Bounce that shit like,

Well, I'm so glad they turned us all away We'll put it down to fate Got too deep, but how deep is too deep? It made so much sense But now the haze has ascended Well, last night these two bouncers And one of 'em's alright, the other one's the scary one

(I can take you higher) It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop I'll make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? It's

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