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 ni**a 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 s**t, he`s so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run standin`
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can`t one ni**a 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 ni**a
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov` the King ni**a
Uhh, I got y`all

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 s**t kept lingerin`
But no dummy that`s the s**t 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 ni**a
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov` the King ni**a
Uhh, yeah, jeah

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me c**k 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 ni**a
Uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov` the King ni**a

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