Bounce - T-Bone

This is strictly for them low low’s, el Camino and Chevrolet Impalas 
Bouncing from California all the way to Nicaragua 
Sixteen switches, rides is vicious, bouncing like bad checks 
Candy apple, licorice, twirling a hundred spokes, this one’s for my folks 
Black’s Philippinos, Caucasians, Latinos, gotta know the rules when you up in this game 
If you want a piece of the street, fast and furious fame 
Then yo, mira bro, first of pinta lo, see them windows dogg, tinta lo 
Juice it up wit hydraulics then brinca lo, blast this in the fosgate and let the speakers blow 
In the, Escalade, then escapade, like Janet, to the car show 
Pump the breaks, take first place, smile, then collect the cake 
Dall up the homie E-Dogg, then it’s time to shake 

Chorus 
Bounce, Bounce, Cadillac trucks and jeeps 
From the Bronx to the Compton streets, for the clubs 
Mix shows and my peeps, ahhhh 
Now everybody bounce, bounce 

I been know to bring the heat to the instrumental, check the credentials 
My fundamentals essential for reaching killas and thug generals 
In the streets where they packing the heat, creep 
Throw up em gang signs and C-walk to the beat, strictly 
Taking the preaching the word to those smoking the herb 
Sharing the real for em dealers serving crack on the curb, swerve 
To the left then I scrape my plates, now I’m dipping hopping initiating sparks on the interstate 
Feels so great in the golden state, cool breeze from the ocean on the golden gate 
I can’t wait for the weekend we can make it a date, Motorola 2 way 
The homies tell em meet me at eight, at the studio so we can blaze the track 
Like Kobe and Shaq, wit back to back platinum tracks 
We aint quitting yall yo we bringing the heat, like Pacino and Luchiano for the thugs in the streets 

Now if ya feeling what I’m saying throw ya hands in the sky 
Party people from California all the way to Hawaii, ATL and South Beach where the mamis look fine 
To the streets of Spanish Harlem for my peeps in NY 
Mexicano o Cubano, Panameno, Columbiano, Argentino, Chileno, Nicoya o Puerto Riceno 
Yo it don’t really matter this a T-Bone party 
So throw ya hands up in the sky mama move ya body 
No Bacardi, Hennessey, Chronic, beer or Chocolate tie 
Why? Cuz this is how we do it when we naturally high 
Now watch me rock like Nirvana, what up mama I’m the don dada known to mix it up like Santana
Artist: T-Bone
Title: Bounce