Bounce [Funk Remix]

[Hook] Yeaaah, (Remix!) all you motherfuckers Turn it up let it (bounce) In the trunk let it (bounce) Throw em up let it (bounce) Yeah bitch, this is what we do when we verbally turn em out With the speakers to the maximum, baby just let it bounce Now, in a crowd let it, (bounce) turn it loud let it (bounce) Blow em out let it (bounce) Yeah bitch, this is what we do when I show em what I'm about With the speakers to the maximum baby just let it bounce [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Get your speakers turned up! time to hit them with the remix Here to make them bounce like a pair of DD tits! Jordans on my feet bitch I'm flyer then a G-6 G-man with me like I'm rolling with Hakeem Nicks Got a quarter pound, think I'm bout to order fries Big-Bam-Boo, Ain't a day that I ain't sorta high! And I'm'a kill a beat until I'm 45, spitting flames til I leave the mic cauterized Who am I? They know me as C - W, hole in my rubber you are about to see me coming through! Chris Rios always running with a pun or two, ask the Birdman, I'm the number one stunna' dude! Bigger then a fucking typhoon They can't ignore me after they see me on Itunes, top of the charts the numbers don't lie dude! So bump this every time you ride through! [Hook] [Verse 2: SwizZz] Remix, re-gifts, busy over this way West coast, throw it up, even if you bitch made Bounce like your chick that left you for a chick Cause you couldn't cut it, she fell fast in love with touching clit Aw shit! what a transition Your shows whack, fuck paying for the admission! I'd rather kick it at the house, scooped up on the couch Pay per view on demand, big blunt in my mouth Plus a couple egg rolls in the toaster oven Homie I'm trying to function, I'm on my base shit, going ape shit! Bonkers! So turns this up to the max like TJ Where I window shop and buy socks at cheap rates What the fuck is really good? tell me how you really feel Shit we bouncing like a fat kid in the jungle off a hill Come on nigga be for real, quit acting like a ho! It's SwizZzle Webby and Dizzy at your mother fucking door [Hook] [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] You hear the bass bumping through the speakers Poetry alive, this the sound of a preacher Snatch sneakers, get paid to rip features You don't like me? well me don't like me either Used to be debbie, now I'm Wiz Khalifa They gon' judge me how they see my appearance But yall ain't hearing me though I'm killing alot but got a million to go They say I'm hot cause I get appealed to the most You should feel like a joke, take notes and do it proudly We rodwy pull up to the show, the car cloudy Get on the stage and blame it on the Maui Wowie Typical instrumental killer giving visuals, I'm no teacher I'm creeping on the come up on a sleeper Make you feel weaker just to think a little deeper Went from writing raps on the bleacher To making nigga's bounce in the arenas Webby what we tell em' [Hook]