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

Rumor has it 'The Classic'
Couldn't be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era
Of a revolutionary Jay

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

Shout out to Just and Kan-Yeezy
See how we adjusted the so easy
Chicks barely dancin', glancin' every they get
Like oh shit, he's so

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

out the bounce
And show you how to get dough 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

out the bounce
Timbo the nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the
Jeah, Young Hov' the King
Uhh, I got

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

And bein' I'm about my business, not much
Runnin' my that shit kept lingerin'
But no dummy that's the I'm sprinklin'
The width to keep the registers ringin'

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

mind of a Ross Perot
But never lost my
Crossed the
I bought pop the row

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

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

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

out the bounce
Timbo the nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the nigga
Uhh, yeah,

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

Yeah, how I feel
To be down, you must
To the crew, rated R
O.C, O.G, Bobby son

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

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

And you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till 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 nigga
Uhh

Point out the
Jeah, Young Hov' the nigga

out the bounce
Point out the
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Point out the