Bounce To This

F/ Cellski
 [ 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 ]