Brad's success as the drummer of Rage Against the Machine came from the failure of a different band; he once auditioned for a band called Lock Up, who released one album (titled Somethin' Bitchin' This Way Comes) through Geffen records in 1989 and broke up when the album received little media attention upon release. Former Lock Up guitarist Tom Morello was looking to pick up where Lock Up left off and start a new band, and called up Brad to see if he was interested in playing the drums. A short while after, the duo met Zack de la Rocha, a rapper, and through de la Rocha met bassist Tim Commerford (a childhood friend of Zack's) and Rage Against the Machine was born.
When Zack De La Rocha left Rage Against the Machine in late 2000, Brad and the two remaining members, Tom Morello and Tim Commerford, opted to stay together to form a new rock band. Producer Rick Rubin suggested they have a jam session with former Soundgarden vocalist Chris Cornell. The meeting was an immediate success and they subsequently formed a band called Civilian, which was later renamed Audioslave. Brad Wilk has been the drummer of Audioslave since its formation in 2001.
Snoop Bounce
Brad Wilk Lyrics
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Bounce to this (Snoop Dogg)
Yeah, bounce to this (Snoop Dogg)
Everybody just bounce to this (Snoop Dogg)
Yeah, bounce to this (Snoop Dogg)
Everybody come on, just bounce to this (Snoopy Dogg)
Come on, just bounce to this (Snoop Dogg)
Everybody come on, just bounce to this
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ohh (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got whack
But now I'm back (oh shh), so go get your strap (your strap)
Watch your head (head), I break bread (bread)
With Gs, Muslims, hard-heads and dreads (uh-huh)
Bounce (bounce), rock (rock), roller-skating
On them twenty inch tires with the platinum Daytons
I'm not that B-G popping all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up," he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All-day demonstration beat conversation
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay(bounce to this, bounce to this)
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this) (bring it)
Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
I keep brothas in the studio, word is bond
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard the train, so come along
'Cause we keep the glue stuck against the bone
It's alright, ain't no room for wrong
Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up for the sake of spending dollars and I always holler
At a player though 'cause players know the real from the fake
You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state
I give you people what you like (uh-huh)
What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic? (Uh-uh)
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this) (bring it)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Snoop, we'll bounce to this
Snoop, bounce (bounce to this)
Snoop, we'll bounce to this
Snoop, bounce (bounce to this)
Killing up crews, give 'em the real street blues
Have 'em sliding in their eel-skins, grooving in they tennis shoes
Of course it don't stop being a Westside rider
With no tattoos, that's how they got you
I lay conversation on wax and CDs
B-Gs and originals (uh-huh), here come the mission
Making biters ride the pine for the rest of the season
Doggy D-P-G and lil' homie, uh
I represent the L-B-C-ment
Windows tint, fool, I'm the president
I hit you with a tune every blue moon (uh-huh)
So collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Fool say your Grace before you touch your plate
It taste like it's laced (mh-mh) but it ain't
This one puff, uncut, no doubt
Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Snoop, we'll bounce to this
Snoop, bounce (bounce to this)
Snoop, we'll bounce to this
Snoop, bounce (bounce to this)
Death row
1-9-9-7 (Death Row, ay)
Snoop D-O-double-G (Death Row, ay)
Rock and Roll, Hip-Hop
And you thought I'd fall off (Death Row, ay)
I fall off into this dope-ass Rock and Roll track
Y'know? (Death Row, ay)
Charlie Wilson, bow down
Aw, yeah (Death Row, ay)
It's on and crackin', yo, this how we doin' it
You know (Death Row, ay)
Biatch!
Bounce to this (Death Row, ay)
Bounce to this
Everybody in the crowd check this out (Death Row, ay)
Now, when I say "Bow", you say "Wow"
Bow (wow)
Bow (wow)
Bow (wow)
Bow (wow)
Bow (wow)
And you don't stop (wow)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Death Row, ay)
How you like them apples?
D-P-G, Rage Against the Machine, uh
Rock and Roll (mh-mh-mh)
Hip-Hop
What difference do it make?
Just bounce to this (bounce, bounce)
Bounce to this
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
The song "Snoop Bounce" featuring Snoop Dog, Brad Wilk, Tim Commerford, and Tom Morello, was released in 1997, during the peak of Snoop Dogg's career. The song utilizes an upbeat and catchy rhythm, with Snoop Dogg's smooth delivery flowing over the top. Throughout the song, Snoop encourages listeners to "bounce to this," and declares that there "ain't no funk as funky" as his signature style.
The lyrics of "Snoop Bounce" are centered around Snoop's reputation as a West Coast gangsta rapper who has returned to take his spot at the top of the game. He starts by taunting MCs who have tried to take his place while he was out of the game, and then goes on to boast about his wealth and fame. Snoop's rhymes are confident and playful, but also contain a warning to other rappers not to step to him.
Overall, "Snoop Bounce" is a fun, energetic hip hop track that showcases Snoop Dogg's unique style and ability to blend well with other genres of music.
Line by Line Meaning
Just bounce to this (Snoop Dogg)
Let's groove to this beat
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
No music can match the funkiness of Doggystyle
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Let's get Death Row pumping with this beat
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
I'm grooving in my blue Converse shoes
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
I'm dancing better than you while the beat intensifies
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
The beat is getting more intense while you play your music
It's the zoo and the Pound, we don't F around
We are the Zoo and the Pound and we don't mess around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
Just calm down and enjoy the moment
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
Let's dance, this is the stomping ground of the LBC
I slid up out the game and MCs got whack
When I left the game, the quality of MCs decreased
But now I'm back (oh shh), so go get your strap (your strap)
But I'm back now, so be ready to defend yourself
Watch your head (head), I break bread (bread)
Be careful, I'm a generous person
With Gs, Muslims, hard-heads and dreads (uh-huh)
I hang out with different types of people, including gangsters, Muslims, and people with dreads
Bounce (bounce), rock (rock), roller-skating
Let's dance and groove, even on roller skates
On them twenty inch tires with the platinum Daytons
Even on cars with 20-inch wheels and fancy rims
I'm not that B-G popping all that junk
I'm not like those gangsters who talk too much and brag
About "I'll fuck you up," he sound like a punk
Those people who say they can beat everyone up sound pathetic
I been there and done that, no inspiration
I've already tried those things, they are not inspiring anymore
All-day demonstration beat conversation
I'm showing you how to groove with my music, no need for words
I keep brothas in the studio, word is bond
I have loyal people working with me in the studio
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You have been working hard for two years to make your album
You still can't come up with the right song
You still haven't created the perfect song
All aboard the train, so come along
Everyone is invited to join me on this journey
'Cause we keep the glue stuck against the bone
Because we have a strong bond, we stick together
It's alright, ain't no room for wrong
Everything is fine, we don't allow mistakes
Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
This is Doggyland, feel free to stay and make yourself comfortable
I got money-loads by the barrels
I have a lot of money
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I have some fans who are as devoted as DeNiro's fans
I'm international money-maker, player hater
I make money worldwide, but I hate those who play games and deceive others
Shake up for the sake of spending dollars and I always holler
I spend money just for the sake of it and I scream all the time
At a player though 'cause players know the real from the fake
I criticize players because they know what's genuine and what's fake
You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state
You can swear on your bread, your territory, and your state that I'm telling the truth
I give you people what you like (uh-huh)
I give you what you enjoy listening to
What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic? (Uh-uh)
I don't want to end up in jail and lose my ability to perform
Killing up crews, give 'em the real street blues
I'm destroying other people's careers and giving them problems
Have 'em sliding in their eel-skins, grooving in they tennis shoes
They are struggling to keep up with my amazing music
Of course it don't stop being a Westside rider
I'm still a proud Westside hip-hop artist
With no tattoos, that's how they got you
I don't need tattoos to prove my loyalty to the Westside, but others do
I lay conversation on wax and CDs
I share inspiring words and conversations in my music
B-Gs and originals (uh-huh), here come the mission
I'm bringing back real gangsters and pioneers of hip-hop
Making biters ride the pine for the rest of the season
I'm punishing those who copy my style and making them irrelevant for the year
Doggy D-P-G and lil' homie, uh
I'm with Doggy Dogg Pound and a young friend
I represent the L-B-C-ment
I represent the LBC mentality
Windows tint, fool, I'm the president
I have tinted windows, and I'm the boss
I hit you with a tune every blue moon (uh-huh)
I release new songs only once in a while
So collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Just put some greens on your plate and eat them already
Fool say your Grace before you touch your plate
You should pray before eating your meal
It taste like it's laced (mh-mh) but it ain't
The food tastes like it's drugged, but it's not
This one puff, uncut, no doubt
This is a clean, unadulterated puff
Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half
Everyone knows I have an ounce and a half of something
And you thought I'd fall off (Death Row, ay)
You assumed I would not succeed
I fall off into this dope-ass Rock and Roll track
But I landed on this awesome rock and roll track
Charlie Wilson, bow down
Charlie Wilson is impressive
It's on and crackin', yo, this how we doin' it
We are starting something amazing, and this is how we are doing it
Everybody in the crowd check this out (Death Row, ay)
Everyone in the crowd, pay attention to this (Death Row beat)
Now, when I say "Bow", you say "Wow"
Let's play a game: when I say "Bow," you say "Wow"
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Death Row, ay)
Laughing in excitement
How you like them apples?
Do you appreciate this amazing music?
D-P-G, Rage Against the Machine, uh
This is a collaboration between Doggy Pound and Rage Against the Machine
What difference do it make?
Why does it matter?
Just bounce to this (bounce, bounce)
Just dance and groove to this beat
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Keep jumping and dancing to the beat
Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING, BMG Rights Management, ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Written by: Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Mark S Jordan, Roger Troutman
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@sitwithbritt
Been searching for this for years since I lost my original album. Thank you for unlocking a vital memory of my young adult life!
@vaderkent3060
When the drums and guitar kick in,it slams so hard
@LITTLE1994
One of the best Snoop Dogg beats!
@kdawg9891
This need to be on Spotify again. It was at one point but they got rid of it ffs
@userunknown2466
They used to bump this on the alternative rock station in Tulsa back in 1997. I had the volume all the way up. I was a fan of Rage and Snoop back in the early 90s so this was heaven for me. Thanks for uploading it, StrandedOnDeathRowHD! Subbed, G.
@gagerodawald7838
Bumped it on our alt station in stl today
@mrkilo-g8794
Too bad it wasn't released officially
@brandonm.6604
They used to play it every hour of every day the same year at KDGE in Dallas too lol😂
@KJ-tk5gl
@mrkilo-g8794 it was on MOM 3 in New Zealand in 1999
@axelfoley2061
@@gagerodawald7838The point