Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trampoline , by - Hopsin. Release date: 18.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trampoline |
| Get it, yeah |
| Where it’s at, right here, yeah |
| Now |
| I’m the rap maniac with the hooligan eyes |
| Who’s cooler than I? |
| Wack niggas move it aside |
| When you heard I was a big deal you were surprised |
| West coast bitch, put ya W’s in the sky |
| I spent my days as a refugee |
| 'Til the rap game came to rescue me |
| And left my wrist paved in accessories |
| A dangerous necessity, I came here to wreck emcees |
| You’re wrong if you thinking Wayne was the recipe |
| Nah, he ain’t worthy of that, the controversy is back |
| Get out the Kool Aid, stir me a batch |
| See I prefer to relax but I can’t and God knows it |
| Gotta stay raw with the flow that I’m diagnosed with |
| Oh shit, niggas keep fucking with my emotions |
| Maybe that’s the reason that I suffer from psychosis |
| Shocking as high voltage, fuck it, my life’s hopeless |
| So I had to make sure I killed it when I wrote this |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Bounce like a trampoline, thousands that’s amped as me |
| Kids run up on your school campus slap a dean |
| I grew up on baggy jeans, pornographic nasty dreams |
| Moral of my damn story life, isn’t a happy scene |
| Wish I was stacking cream, wish I had a Lamborghini |
| Wish I had the cover on a Rolling Stones magazine |
| I’m sick of the radio playing all these faggot teens |
| Keep it real, show me something ill that I haven’t seen |
| For ten years I’ve been working on ill flows |
| And finally got a fucking record deal and I’m still broke |
| Man that’s not common, bombs that I’m dropping |
| Are dope, but all that I can afford is some Top Ramen |
| I notice that ya’ll niggas like to dumb the stats |
| I should stomp your ass out until your lungs collapse |
| No more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that |
| It’s a wrap, keep it up and get your tongue detached |
| Come on |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| I’m the last of a dying breed, Hip-Hop lacks a variety |
| That’s the reason I thrash on society |
| I get laughed at when I clash with a robbery |
| Until they feel the wrath when I smash on their dynasty |
| But I ain’t Hollywood, I’m still the same kid |
| Up on the same shit, rapping in the basement |
| Catch me at your local school, skating, busting tre flips |
| Left shoe lace ripped, you know how them days get |
| Listen while the bass hit, the only thing that changed is |
| The way that girls act, 'cause now they think I’m amazing |
| I used to be the nigga chicks didn’t wanna hang with |
| Sitting alone with a Capri Sun and raisins |
| My senior year in highschool I was always truant |
| Had a lot of homework but I would never do it |
| Screw it, I’m the king now, homie take a bow |
| You need the crowd jumping? |
| I could probably make 'em bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Hop can probably make them bounce |
| Like a trampoline |