Bounce To This Lyrics - Singles - Rbl Posse

[ Mr. Cee ] 

Well, here's a little dose 

From the half of the group you like the most 

Straight from the Frisco City, West Coast 

With somethin up my sleeve 

It's just my pep talk about these niggas who be trippin 

About these niggas who be trippin about these niggas, oh my God, they done failed 

Each one of them's some victims with some jaws that got swelled 

With a hard blow from the steel-toed boots 

Cause mama always said, "Boy, put them feet to use" 

And don't get mad cause we won't flip-flop 

Cause RBL's just like a truck with no brakes, punk, it don't stop 

Like Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like great 

Cause we ain't comin corny like some of you Frosted Flakes 

[ Black C ] 

So meenie-meenie-meenie-moe 

Should a nigga pick a hoe? 

I think I squat to the house for the gat, I bring us back some indo 

Pretend tho, if you wanna, I think I'm gonna 

Step to the back and bust a cap 

And watch yo 'real-ass' niggas scat 

See, it be on on my block 

We poppin a cop with a glock 

Even them young niggas givin shots 

We gives a fuck about a copper, gettin our propers 

By burnin cops like ???? chopper 

So ah - you can smoke an ounce to this (biatch) 

While my niggas on the run smoke a stog and all bounce to this 

[ CHORUS ] 

We go front, back, side to side 

"While you muthafuckas bounce to this" (Snoop Doggy Doggy) 

[ Black C ] 

So knick-knack-patty-wack, give a bitch a crack sack 

And a fat smack with the muthafuckin nut sack 

And bust back in a battle 

I'm like a rattle snake, I don't fake 

Bust one cap out the eight in my gun 

Run, you get stunned, I'm shootin for fun 

I'm like a warrant havin niggas on the run 

It's the B-l-a to the c to the k 

A nigga from that there city by the Bay 

A nigga who gets his mug on and mack on, but anyway 

On any day we can get em up or shoot em up 

Havin that ass bounce three times while my nigga's schoolin ya 

[ Mr. Cee ] 

It's like 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1 with a bang 

It was 'a lesson to be learned,' but that's a known thang 

But niggas still ain't learned they lesson 

So we continue to make hits while you suckers keep guessin 

Our style, our muthafuckin flavor 

But don't you even trip if you can't cater 

To the needs of party people, makin em movin, gettin em groovin 

But 2 niggas in Frisco hats and Nike shoes can 

And no one told me but I know I'm goin major 

Cause all these punk hoes that's for callin on my pager 

But I just sit back and chop my beats like a ounce 

And make yo trunk like a trampoline and watch my song bounce 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ Cellski ] 

Yeah, it's '94 and I'm back on the spot 

72 class 455 block 

Straight mashin down the [street name] windows up, full of contact 

Me and my niggas just got through burnin a twamp sack 

I'm rollin around high as fuck gurpin off some right 

I hit the liquor store to get a 40 of St. Ides 

Forty ounces, I bounce back to the [street name] 

Hella took already and a nigga fit to be mo' off 

I hit a cut and parked in some shade 

Seen my nigga Baldhead walkin down the street, he said, "I got a fade" 

He jumped in with fo' sacks of indo 

He twisted up the dank as I hit the 4-0 

He said, "Let's ride and get up out the View 

Because in the View really ain't nothin to do" 

Off to the O, see some hoes before we hit the freeway 

5 deep in a 5 Ac, see where we stay 

I said, "Baby, I'm from the Lunatic village 

In Frisco where the gold thangs keep spinnin" 

You got niggas from Fillmore and Hunters Point 

Who quick to smoke that ass just like a joint 

But niggas ain't set-trippin, just keep on dippin 

Stand away from player-haters who save bitches 

Cause niggas where I come from don't save hoes 

If you ain't givin no ass up, well, bounce yo ass on 

Biatch 

[ CHORUS ]