The Bounce Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay-z

Just point out the bounce, show me the bounce, yeah 

Just point out the bounce, jeah Timbo the King, yeah 

Young Hov' the King, yeah just point out the bounce 

Yes, just point out the bounce nigga ya, listen 

Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic' 

Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden 

So September 11th marks the era forever 

Of a revolutionary Jay Guevero 

Now it's a whole museum of Hov' Mcers 

Everybody dupin' the flow you see 'em 

Everybody loopin' up soul 

It's like you tryin' to make 'The Blueprint 2 before Hov' 

Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kan-Yeezy 

See how we adjusted the game so easy 

Chicks barely dancin', glancin' every chance they get 

Like oh shit, he's so handsome 

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Still in demand in the longest run standin' 

Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom 

Can't one nigga get it back no rap 

Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible 

Point out the bounce 

And show you how to get this dough in 

Large amounts till it's hard to count 

Point out the bounce 

I turn a 8 to an ounce 

To a whole ki to the R.O.C 

Point out the bounce 

Timbo the King nigga 

Uhh, yeah, uhh 

Point out the bounce 

Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga 

Uhh, I got y'all 

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For those that think Hov' fingers bling blingin' 

Even haven't heard the album or they don't know English 

They only know what the single is and singled that out 

To be the meanin' of what he is about 

And bein' I'm about my business, not minglin' much 

Runnin' my mouth that shit kept lingerin' 

But no dummy that's the shit I'm sprinklin' 

The album width to keep the registers ringin' 

In real life, I'm much more distinguished 

I'm like a bloke from London, England 

Jeah, you jinglin' baby 

See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby 

Business mind of a Ross Perot 

But never lost my soul 

Crossed the line 

I bought pop across the row 

Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good 

Slangin' them O's like a real 

O.G should oh, he's good, no he would 

Never sell out he's so young 

Point out the bounce 

And show you how to get this dough in 

Large amounts till it's hard to count 

Point out the bounce 

I turn a 8 to an ounce 

To a whole ki to the R.O.C 

Point out the bounce 

Timbo the King nigga 

Uhh, yeah, uhh 

Point out the bounce 

Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga 

Uhh, yeah, jeah 

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star 

Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star 

Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobsters 

Gingerbread man even said, "You're a monster" 

Yeah, that's how I feel 

To be down, you must appeal 

To the crew, we're rated R 

O.C, O.G, Bobby Johnson's son 

Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car? 

I seen MTV I know who you are 

You did takeover did you got beef with Nas?" 

I did take over the game, brought back the soul 

I got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold 

Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow 

All I, know, I got's the flow 

And I don't play 'coz I'm from Chicago 

And show you how to get this dough in 

Large amounts till it's hard to count 

Point out the bounce 

I turn a 8 to an ounce 

To a whole ki to the R.O.C 

Point out the bounce 

Timbo the King nigga 

Uhh 

Point out the bounce 

Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga 

Point out the bounce 

Point out the bounce 

Point out the bounce 

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Point out the bounce