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Just out the bounce, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, jeah Timbo the King,
Young Hov' the King, yeah just point out the
Yes, point out the bounce nigga ya, listen

Rumor has it 'The Blueprint
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
So September 11th the era forever
Of a revolutionary Jay

Now it's a whole museum of Hov'
Everybody dupin' the you see 'em
Everybody loopin' up
like you tryin' to make 'The Blueprint 2 before Hov'

Shout out to Bleezy and Kan-Yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so
Chicks barely dancin', glancin' every chance get
oh shit, he's so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run
rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now

out the bounce
And show you how to get this in
amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the
I turn a 8 to an
To a ki to the R.O.C

Point out the
Timbo the King
Uhh, yeah, uhh

out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the nigga
Uhh, I got

For those that think Hov' fingers bling
Even haven't heard the album or they know English
They only what the single is and singled that out
To be the meanin' of what he is

And bein' I'm about my business, not minglin'
Runnin' my mouth shit kept lingerin'
But no dummy the shit I'm sprinklin'
The album width to keep the ringin'

In real life, I'm much distinguished
I'm like a bloke London, England
Jeah, you jinglin'
See I go right back and I 'em in baby

mind of a Ross Perot
But lost my soul
Crossed the
I pop across the row

Then I walk through the hood, they up to no good
Slangin' O's like a real
O.G oh, he's good, no he would
sell out he's so young

Point out the
And show you how to get dough in
amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the
I a 8 to an ounce
To a ki to the R.O.C

out the bounce
Timbo the nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

out the bounce
Jeah, Young the King nigga
Uhh, yeah,

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block
Chi-Town pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread man said, "You're a monster"

Yeah, that's how I
To be down, you must
To the crew, rated R
O.C, O.G, Johnson's son

Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo'
I MTV I know who you are
You did takeover did you got beef Nas?"
I did over the game, brought back the soul

I got tracks to go, got plaques gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the
All I, know, I the flow
And I don't 'coz I'm from Chicago

And show you how to get dough in
Large till it's hard to count

out the bounce
I a 8 to an ounce
To a ki to the R.O.C

out the bounce
Timbo the King
Uhh

Point out the
Jeah, Young the King nigga

Point out the
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Point out the
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Point out the