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Artist: Rittz f/ Twista
Album:  Next to Nothing
Song:   Bounce
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Superstar man I'm far from an average Joe, supernatural
Steppin out, lookin like I'm in a fashion show
Came into this industry and now you're witnessin me blow up
Like seein a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight, I'm sittin back in coach
By the window sippin Jack and Cokes
'Bout to pack a bowl but we ain't tryna bake a casserole
Lookin at the globe
from up high, shots fired like Kennedy was ridin by the Grassy Knoll
I ain't rich but I got a little cash to blow
And haters sayin that I'm changin
I be lookin at 'em laughin like they cracked a joke
They wasn't with me when I travelled down this gravel road
G.C., I could never have my pass revoked
So step up and you a dead duck, get your head bust
Lookin like a chef just cracked a yolk
Speakers in the Cadi' rattlin the patio
When the industry was only rockin platinum gold
I was dope back then but you had the whole
shit locked until I came in and cracked the code
And I don't, I don't really mean to brag and boast
But then again my fans look at me as the GOAT
She said she listens to my music in the bath and soak
Now that's a rap to quote, hop in my 'llac and float

[Chorus: Rittz]
Take a puff and it's up and away we go
Put some pimp shit on my radio
And, bounce, bounce, ahhh
Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
Run it back to the South and bounce out

Yeah, with my homie Tony Footwork, up at Kalamazoo
Ballin out up in the mall
We don't bounce 'til we spend a couple thousand on shoes
I'm reppin clientele, how can I lose? You out of the loop
These music dudes are clueless who I was
'til I blew, producin whoo's and ooh's and ahh's
I'm the truth but you confused and you surprised
I refuse to lose, been booed and crucified
Disapprove the movement, crews get brutalized
Or these pooches choose to bite, get euthanized
I'm the new, the who, but soon gets neutralized
22's are huge, my shoes are supersized
I don't cruise, my music boom, it's stupid loud
Bumpin 8 Ball & MJG
From +The Outside Looking In+ I'm sittin +On Top of the World+
But then again I kinda been lately
Cause I pull up in my Cadillac, my speakers got that rattle back
I'm flashin metal when I was attacked, by
a couple pretty bitches that was beggin me to pick 'em up
and take 'em in and fuck 'em from the back, side
But I ain't got no time to fuck around, I'm tryna buckle down
And focus on my money so I stack, my
paper to the ceiling and I'm feelin like a billi-on
I'm fillin up my cup with that Crown and bounce out


Twista~! Smokin wood then I'm gone
So far that you can't even see me through the eyes of a telescope
Diamonds on my body, savoir peelin, jottin down my feelings
Actin like it was the realest shit I ever wrote
Mental telepathy is part of the recipe that let me know that you want it
I'm givin it to you how you like it
Biology of a pimp, it be in the DNA to know what you thinkin
I'm speakin to you like a psychic
Lil' mama know she lovin it so don't try to fight it
I can make your life so appealin by the way I write it
Make it so she the only shorty I know on Forgiatos
Don't hit no potholes, I roll up one and light it
On the passenger side of a ride like a player
I'ma be up in the cut talkin the big shit
Strange Music, we be the misfits, come and twist Rittz
Tisk tisk, cause you gon' get your shit split
Middle of the map a nigga finna snap
And let 'em know the area continue to kill 'em forever, we on
Better be strong to live in the city I come from
And if you ain't fuckin with it then let it be known
Then we can either talk about it or be about it
Me? I'd rather sit back and blow an ounce
When I hear somethin like this up on the radio
All a nigga can do is just bounce