Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bounce Mission, artist - O.C.. Album song Bon Appetit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: JCOR Entertainment
Song language: English
Bounce Mission |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
We 'bout to take you on a bounce mission |
Uhh, yeah, rock on the boards ha? |
Uhh, yeah, rock on the boards ha? |
(Rock on the boards ha?) |
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah |
Uhh, uhh, let’s keep it goin c’mon |
Mmm, geah, ahh, uhh |
Uhh, yeah, ahh, uhh |
Yeah, mm, ahh, uh-huh |
Yah. |
Yo — I got your asses movin, I keep the joint jumpin |
I’m always sayin somethin, y’all know I’m nice stop frontin |
Man I’m overdue, O.C.'s a rare breed |
And equivalent to a stampede of nasty |
Dog I’m true and livin, better yet alive and kickin |
I ain’t goin nowhere, this dough got me finger-lickin |
Leavin, good taste in my mouth, I’m lovin it yo |
I’m bigger I’m better I’m iller than I was befo' |
Prayin I fall face first if ever the day come |
No time soon, I’ll be around longer than rum |
That’s legendary status, like car shows and Jacob Jared’s |
Reoccurin like black expos — this be a marriage |
The Kodiak sipper, is bronze zipper |
What I provide, will bring the freak out your sister |
It’s my life, it’s my world, it’s my way |
It’s Wildlife, it’s our time, a new day |
Aiyyo, let’s get it on and poppin, time for some new rules |
It’s summertime y’all, so put your minks up |
Pull the big dogs out, wax 'em up good |
Get your ice steamed cleaned, shine your links up |
Yo, you never know what’s comin next from me, I do it, casually |
Have fun with it, get dumb with it, run with it |
Spit it nasty like, dog shit on the bottom of your boot |
Or nasty like a kid with a mouth that’s loose |
The purest form of anything considered to be raw |
Like porno chicks takin cum shots and sayin (more) |
I’m wicked in ways you can’t describe my persona |
+Good Times+, treat it like the hips on Wilona |
From New York to Arizona; |
from Las Vegas, Nevada |
To San Fran' to them third world borders, I. |
. |
won’t stop, won’t hush |
I’m like some good ass smoke that you just can’t crush |
No matter what, M-U-S-H, S-H-I-N-E I was designed to be |
I’m what you call content, and even with a hundred mill' in the bank |
If you owe me I want every red cent |
Yo, y’all niggas sleepin thought I couldn’t do it like this |
I see y’all peepin sayin this is some ol' tight shit |
It’s no, doubt in my mind shorties gon' like this |
That’s aight den, that’s soundin right den |
Y’all niggas sleepin thought I couldn’t do it like this |
I see y’all peepin sayin this is some ol' tight shit |
It’s no, doubt in my mind shorties gon' like this |
That’s aight den, that’s soundin right den |
Aiyyo, I got the hook-up, my man cook-up |
See I’m about to shake up the world, once and for all y’all |
For all y’all, it’s for all y’all, no strings attached to it |
That’s all you gotta do |
It’s a one shot deal for those keepin it real |
Just keep it right, just party all night and not kill |
(Aiyyo, aiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyooooooooooo, aiyyyyyyyyoooooo) |
Hahahaha, yo |