Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bounce And Turn, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Don't Mess Wit Texas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.1997
Record label: Seven 13
Song language: English
Bounce And Turn |
Everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
Everybody know that Bounce & Turn, yeah |
Everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
That Bounce & Turn, yeah, that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
For the early my concernin', Yokohamas we’re burnin' |
Rippin' woodgrain, stunnin', while we’re flossin' and turnin' |
Yo body got me yearnin' as we floss away together |
Anytime, any weather, watching screens on the leather |
Wherever you are, and whoever ya be |
There’ll be a fucking and a sucking, same time blowin' trees |
Can you see what I see, let your soul be free |
Killuminati to the body, try to feel Keke |
I’m on switches for the riches as I sit sideways |
Put your body in a phase and your mind in a maze |
You finish your part, made you scream and shout |
Your rapture I caught, now you drank the dripped out |
Let it begin before it end with your beautiful skin |
It don’t stop, drop the top, put your hair in the wind |
You lookin' you listen, and a lesson you will learn |
Puffin' weed puffin' sherm as we flossin' we turn, we’re bouncin' |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
Well Chef Boyardee, is through cookin' ounces |
Lyrical thesis side pieces sittin' crooked on my posses |
It’s a hot summer day, no time to play |
Mix the serve with Alize now the business on its way |
Of the strip, chrome blaze I’ma tip |
Big o' mothership on a Southside flip |
Let’s rip, the streets, and then rip the sheets |
In between I’ma be when I’m gone off them sweets |
That’s me, a kunda, keep it on the under |
Body shake like thunder, I know your brain cells wonder |
Why we rollin' and strollin', no more in I’m holdin' |
Big paper I’m foldin', ain’t a damn thang stolen |
You’re showin' your love, cause you know what it’s made of |
Rubber doves, full shrub, from the back and the tub |
We can play parlay, cause this lesson will be learn |
And Herschelwood Texas is still bouncin' and turnin' |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
I’m wet as a river, and wet as a lake |
No mistakes I ain’t a fake, watch the front-end break |
Trunk pop it don’t stop, rollin' round make it hop |
3-wheel and kill when you come out to shop |
Cause the serve got my thirsty, niggas wanna verse me |
Raise up I’m on buck, and the place eh Hersche' |
We was lost, now we found, thanks to Jam Down |
Watch the whole click clown representin' H-Town |
Together foreva, we be swatchin' chit chat |
Breakin' niggas hats same time going plat' |
So whether haters hate I got my papers I’m earnin' |
Fuck 'em all, we gone ball, while we flossin' and turnin' |
We’re bouncin' |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |
We’re bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn |