Okay, rememnber the And one and two and bounce and And bounce, bounce, bounce, Bounce, bounce, Bounce, bounce,
It's like keeping a show and want the place fi done Wha you do call my that walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do Nah goin' go pon stage me get me funds Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a sum
Youngest intercept di run Artist a carry and tears a run Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob son How him get a Swizz and you nuh get me none
Wha mi sing strictly ex of high grade sess mi bun Wha mi sing strictly only high princess mi bun well love push up dem chest mi bun Certain loud rowdy interest mi gun
Now mi come fi bun down all material Wid a raas claat gold chain me neck Me bun a pon di man weh love bitch and fret And want every little intricate
Well, dem can't believe or dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to It's the Halfway C.D. and cassette
D.J. race a run on mark, get set And watch everybody run to the outlet me who C.D. do you think they get The one to the Bob Marley box set
And and anyhow you nuh feel me yet Well, chances are you might go def Me have a fully loaded and one select Fi any bwoy weh nuh want show the respect
All me and shoes and pants me bet Say a nuff D.J. go starve to death dem girl read about me on the Internet But not their fault, don't get upset
Because dem can't me intellect And boom dem can't bounce a check Well, you better your drinks pon a serviette And bounce around until you bust a sweat
Just bounce, bounce, Just bounce, bounce,
Bounce, bounce, Bounce, bounce,
So return to di venues you used to And return to the where you used to chill I know them putting punks on over kill Wid some tune, I refuse to build
Now you've been waiting patiently boom A me name Jr.Gong and still, Ridin' a bounce and you can't still, boom See it deh now drinks a spill
You have some D.J. think dem to kill dem spar wid, a couple thug youths weh will Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have nil Ah di same thug, ah thru dem windowsill
And, you no pay di bill Well, dem could a you a sligoville You mind how you use your talent and skill Till you hear man a bruk your burglar grill
Well, it's baby pram n to Stroller dem We mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem Wid di Muffin looking over, we dem Better read out all mi dem
Well, it's and branches, sticks and stems A di Halfway and it a murder dem Ghetto youths, one fam, you heard a dem nightlife observer dem
So just bounce, bounce, bounce me Big man big and pickney Feel no when di music hit me Find all a weh fit me
Keeping a show and want the place fi done Wha you do call my that walk wid 50 gun Wha mi do, nah go pon stage until me get me funds Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog a hefty sum
Youngest veteran di run a carry feelings and tears a run Say you know, say a true, him a Bob Marley son How him get a Swizz and you nuh get me none
Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade mi bun Wha mi sing only high grade princess mi bun Politician well love up dem chest mi bun Certain loud rowdy interest mi gun
Now mi come fi bun down all object Wid a raas claat gold 'round me neck Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and And want every little detail
Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't Well, is it just me or is it hot to It's the Tree C.D. and cassette
D.J. a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody run to the record Tell me who C.D. do you think get The one to the Bob Marley box set
Well, dem just can't believe or dem accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't Well, is it just me or is it hot to It's the Halfway C.D. and cassette
D.J. a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody run to the record Tell me who C.D. do you they get The one closest to the Bob box set
So
Bounce, bounce, Bounce, bounce, Bounce, bounce, ...