I can make it bounce by myself 3 chainz, owww Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards And skate off after, engage in laughter ‘bout what just happened Fingers and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic? Catch you in traffic, you

I will not vanish and you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it All the while thinking I might as well do it They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid Take the next ticket to take the next train Why would I do it? And you

If you don't come we'll never know You stand off in the back You jump onto the bus And ride around with all of us And light it up 'til we burn it down Crowds that scream at superstars Where bouncers show their battle scars I've been the first to sign on

Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor Cowboy bouncers 'bout to bowl me out the door Jose got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool That worms got a kick like a Tennessee mule Wake up in the mornin', hurtin'

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

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

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

Bounce to that Trina Moe Niggas about to blow Bouncin straight out the door

Biggie bounce, biggie bounce, biggie bounce Biggie, biggie, biggie, biggie (Biggie bounce) Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back Make it clap, make it clap, She gotta face on her like Lisa Ray Get the players club with the Frito-Lay Nigga try me

Put your hands up, bend your knees Bounce around in a circle, get down with me Oh come on, come on Come on, come on It's called the U-Turn It's not hard to learn It ain't hard to learn Yeah, ay yo 2000 it's us