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