Bounce Lyrics - Singles - Kid Red

[Chorus: Juvenile] 

I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back 

I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back 

Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back 

I'm about to bounce back bounce b-bounce back 

Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back 

I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back 

Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back 

I'm about bounce back bounce b-bounce back 

[Juvenile] 

You ever had corns on your fingers from squeezing the mack to much 

Nigga be rhyming the dice game where me and lil wack grew up 

Tripping stolen strip cars for a living 

Stayed away from home when ever they was bitchin 

We used to rush the customers for sales when they pull up in cars 

Until undercovers started putting us behind bars 

Menace to society is all we watch 

In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks 

I got some partners in the business never seeing the light 

Your people would gota cocking if your cheese be right 

You know I've been holding it down playa you a dog 

I'm a real nigga I ain't gonna stop accepting your phone call 

I'm a blow and toss a hoe for you, like I'm supposed to do 

I'm serious and focused to you, know I am over do 

The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in the bricks 

While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch 

[Chorus] 

[Juvenile] 

Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds 

Long as I breathe ain't nothin in this world that they can't be 

Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke 

Started tweakin and broke in them people house next do' 

Shot a nigga for smokin rocks on my mom back porch 

Damn near graduated and got on that dope 

My, work is an art, I am better than smart 

Homey I hustle with a strategy that's never been taught 

I can make the coke flip, I can make a hoe strip, I can spray the whole clip, 

I take nothing from no bitch 

I got the money in the case, 45 in the waist 

Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gate 

Could you believe a nigga feelin like he still ain't ate? 

Huh, y'all don't understand you shoulda seen my plate 

Would love to give you some credit, but even you said it 

Be serious about your money and right now I'm tryin to get it 

[Chorus] 

[Baby] 

I'm on a mission lil' daddy 

Put this paint on the caddy 

Nigga ridin threw the hood and we blowing on candy 

Stay G'd up from my head to my feet 

I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets 

Saw death and crime for the first same time 

Them rims don't shine just a vision of mine 

Put this shit back together cause I stay on the grind 

Nigga know I gets me I stunt all the time 

For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown 

O.G. mother fuckers who be getting it on 

Niggaz stunting and they shining bling blingin all the timin 

I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving 

Nigga thug to death, remember the projects 

Juve came back now you bitches upset 

Nigga know how we getting it cause we getting it on 

Keep it coming, keep it getting, bitch my money is long 

[Chorus]