Bounce
Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Lyrics


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(Sample of Jigga's "bounce" and "bitch" in background)
Big Kap
Flex
Drop a bomb on y'all
Uhh

[Lady Luck]
You can catch Luck in the dice game
Tearin' the block up
I don't stop bank I close account stock up
Spend the whole advance and both hands get it rocked up

Street lookin' like a track meet when I pop up
How these broads gonna stop Luck
Without glocks up
Run in the club barefooted throwin' five shots up

Niggas want to bounce , tell em bounce , throw your ox up
You just buck oh five and act like you want some

[Jinx Da Juvy]
Ay yo you can catch me in the hood with Papi
Tryin' to cop grands
Screw a dirtbike I'm tryin' na cop me a land
I'm a gorilla nigga feed me black banannas

Might catch me blacked down with a black bandanna
With the 5th choked out
In a Benz with the rims poked out
Or in a truck with Luck gettin' smoked out

I'm tryin' not to blast this cat
But y'all hatin on again so I'm a spaz on Funkmaster Flex

[Chorus]
[Jigga's sample and Big Kap]
Bounce
To all my thugs in the club poppin cris
Bounce
To all my fly chicks with they own shit
Bounce
To all my thugs throwin guns on the six
Bounce , bitch , bounce , bitch , bounce , bitch , bounce , bounce
To all my ladies in the club wildin out
Bounce
To all my thugs in the pen bowin out
Bounce
To all my fly chicks stay stylin out

[Jinx Da Juvy]
Ay yo ay yo ay yo
Y'all done let the kid in the game who black out
Y'all done assed out
I'm runnin' in the game snatching change on the cash though

Anybody could get it
I dare why'all to act up
I guarantee homicide will be comin' to drag out
Dummies I'm dumpin' dumb dums on when I clap out

A lot of niggas rap thug but never pull gats out
Shit I'm from the street lay the strip with the jacks out
Who want the coke price whenever I ran up in the crackhouse

[Lady Luck]
I got niggas on my dick and I ain't even got one
Flow kind of sick you gotta get cop one
Niggas talk slick only when the cops come
That's when I come through and scrape yo' ass

Uh uh I need ta uh uh milli uh uh's
Extra fu-unds , whole damn crew got gu-uns
How you goin' talk crap with clap are you-uns
Claim to be a thug nigga won't't you blast su-um





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Bounce" by Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap feat. Angie Martinez is a representation of the mentality that exists in the hip-hop culture, which is misunderstood by outsiders. The song conveys the aggression, anger, and passion that the artists have for their craft through vivid lyrics. The opening lines by Lady Luck are about how successful she is at the dice game and how she spends all her money on stocks. The verse goes on to describe her dominance in the streets and how she throws shots in the club to show her power. The chorus is an homage to all the thugs in the club, fly chicks with their cash and all the ladies who are wilding out. The song's theme is that of defiance in the face of authority.


Jinx Da Juvy's verse details how he is a gorilla, and he will not back down from any challenge. He is tenacious and determined to make it in the music industry. He goes on to describe his experience in the hood with Papi, trying to cop grands. His verse is all about his prowess in the streets and his determination to succeed.


Overall, "Bounce" is a song that showcases the grit, determination, and strength of the hip-hop culture. It is an expression of how the artists feel about their craft and how they are willing to put everything on the line to succeed.


Line by Line Meaning

You can catch Luck in the dice game
I'm often found playing craps


Tearin' the block up
Causing a scene in the neighborhood


I don't stop bank I close account stock up
I don't just save money, I invest and make more money


Spend the whole advance and both hands get it rocked up
I spend all my money and still have plenty left over


Street lookin' like a track meet when I pop up
I draw a lot of attention and commotion when I arrive


How these broads gonna stop Luck
How can these other women compete with me?


Without glocks up
Without carrying guns


Run in the club barefooted throwin' five shots up
I'm fearless and reckless, I don't even wear shoes when I enter the club and start shooting five times


Niggas want to bounce , tell em bounce , throw your ox up
When guys try to start trouble, I tell them to leave and raise their fists


You just buck oh five and act like you want some
You act tough and try to intimidate, but you're not really ready for a fight


Ay yo you can catch me in the hood with Papi
You can find me in the neighborhood with my dealer


Tryin' to cop grands
Trying to buy large amounts of drugs


Screw a dirtbike I'm tryin' na cop me a land
I'm not interested in other hobbies, I just want to buy real estate


I'm a gorilla nigga feed me black banannas
I'm a tough guy, give me the most dangerous and illicit things


Might catch me blacked down with a black bandanna
You might see me wearing a black bandana, showing my gang affiliation


With the 5th choked out
With my gun ready at a moment's notice


In a Benz with the rims poked out
Driving around in a fancy car with customized wheels


Or in a truck with Luck gettin' smoked out
My friend and I are driving around smoking marijuana


I'm tryin' not to blast this cat
I'm trying to avoid shooting this person


But y'all hatin on again so I'm a spaz on Funkmaster Flex
But if you keep disrespecting me, I will attack the popular DJ Funkmaster Flex


To all my thugs in the club poppin cris
This song is dedicated to all the tough guys in the club drinking Cristal champagne


To all my fly chicks with they own shit
This song is dedicated to all the confident and independent women


To all my thugs throwin guns on the six
This song is dedicated to all the tough guys shooting guns on the street


Bounce , bitch , bounce , bitch , bounce , bitch , bounce , bounce
Everyone should dance and move to the beat


To all my ladies in the club wildin out
This song is also dedicated to all the women in the club having fun and acting wild


To all my thugs in the pen bowin out
This song is dedicated to all the tough guys in prison


To all my fly chicks stay stylin out
This song is also dedicated to all the fashionable and stylish women


Y'all done let the kid in the game who black out
You gave me a chance to join the rap game and I dominated it


Y'all done assed out
You missed out on your opportunity to beat me


I'm runnin' in the game snatching change on the cash though
I'm making a lot of money in the rap game


Anybody could get it
Anyone can receive my wrath and suffer consequences


I dare why'all to act up
I challenge anyone to provoke me


I guarantee homicide will be comin' to drag out
If you cross me, I will make sure someone gets killed


Dummies I'm dumpin' dumb dums on when I clap out
I'm using dangerous ammunition when I shoot


A lot of niggas rap thug but never pull gats out
Many people talk tough in their music but never actually use firearms


Shit I'm from the street lay the strip with the jacks out
I'm from a rough area where people openly sell drugs


Who want the coke price whenever I ran up in the crackhouse
Who wants to negotiate the price of cocaine when I raid a drug den?


I got niggas on my dick and I ain't even got one
I have a lot of followers and admirers even though I'm a woman


Flow kind of sick you gotta get cop one
My rapping style is unique and impressive, you have to listen to it


Niggas talk slick only when the cops come
People only talk badly about me when they are under the protection of the police


That's when I come through and scrape yo' ass
But when I'm around, they better watch out or I will hurt them


Uh uh I need ta uh uh milli uh uh's
I want to earn millions of dollars


Extra fu-unds , whole damn crew got gu-uns
I have enough money to buy guns for my entire crew


How you goin' talk crap with clap are you-uns
It's hypocritical to talk badly about me but not be able to shoot a gun


Claim to be a thug nigga won't't you blast su-um
If you say you're a tough guy, then fight me




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Written by: GERALD GOLDSTEIN, LONNIE JORDAN, MALIK YUSEF EL SHABA JONES, SALEEM ASAD, JOHN KING, AUTHOR UNKNOWN COMPOSER, KUMASI AHMED SIMMONS, ROLAND BANKS

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