Letra da Música Bounce With Me de Poetic Hustlaz

-Intro-Slaya J-
(Whoo) Bounce wit me... I said bounce wit me... Yeah
(Ha ha. Yeah. You niggas done fucked up now. You
niggas done fucked up, baby. Ha ha. Look what you did.
Ha ha. Look what you did.)

-Slaya J-
I got you niggas ready to run and hide in underwear/
Open your eyes, I know you petrified/ See what's
ahead, ya'll met the raw niggas, slipped through the
cracks/ Ya'll been danger with one in the chamber, uh,
releasin' my anger (Ha ha) You want to top that? It's
that nigga runnin' with the high hat/ Multi plaques
stacked at the (?) they got my game flat, cut throat
leavin' you cats with mad raps/ Motherfucker, can you
buy that? It's mishaps, fuckin' predators lookin' to
gain/ Slaya J comin' off to say (Slaya J baby)
choppin' it up, got ho's rackin' it up in the studio
givin' a fuck, whippin' it up and chillin' in the cut
(Chillin' in the cut) waitin to erupt/ Willin' to
react, it's the lyrical attack give it up from the
back with criminal tacts/ Jiggus niggas shit when I
give 'em a double dose of my fo' makin' em know the
realest pap (?) effort to flow (Damn) so act like you
know punk, and give it up/ I don't make love, I fuck/
Lovin' the rough callin' your bluff/ Niggas will be
harsh, the realer fellow like they want to jump up for
me, fuck, you done up like Bang Bang! Multiple
gunshots/ It's that Slaya nigga makin' the set hot
with two glocks (With two glocks) Hot will you stop
lyrical madness from flowin' and blowin' you niggas up
in the caskets, it's drastic whenever you face death/
If you ain't willin' to die, then nigga don't step to
this psychotic slangin' rocks and violent/ Bringin'
the game to a cease while you niggas comin' please,
and it's like that, like that (Uh uh. Yeah, yeah...
What? What...)

-Slaya J-Chorus-
(If you bouncin' on that westside, you better wake up/
If you bouncin' on that eastside, you better wake up/
If you bouncin' on that northside, you better wake up/
If you bouncin' on that southside, you better wake up)
What? What... Everybody. C'mon, c'mon. Bounce wit
me... Yeah c'mon. Bounce wit me... Uh. Whoo!

-Slaya J-
Ya'll better focus and wise up or better get hit/ To
this nigga that rips, droppin' like pigeon shit/
Comin' at you cats fully equipped (Domino you niggas)
puff puff to the mist (Ha ha) to the rear to the
front/ Nigga this ain't no stunt droppin left, and
buttfucked pumps, grabbin' my nuts and ready to fuck,
smokin' a blunt (Smokin' a blunt nigga) these shorts
ain't ready for a nigga with no flaws pull em in the
park and (?)/ And fuck with a lyrical maniac, goin'
nuts, ready to bust (Ssss) did it like I (?) (Aaaa) my
mother said somethin (?) bitch ain't no better then a
trick for the dick/ How many licks to the nut, ooh?/
Suckin her boobs in ridicule outta molecules makin it
feel like stew/ I'm on a short fuse ready to blow,
niggas confuse wanna be a thug runnin around bullets
and two's screamin "Fuck this shit you motherfuckers
makin' me sick" (Ha ha...)/ I'm about to get caught up
in a tongue twist if you get with these so called
niggas with the radical flows, they better take note
takin' Slaya J for a joke/ I provoke to smoke any
nigga that wanna hit well you better get with us 100
percent, lyrics is deadly as bitches (We dogs out
here, we dogs out here, we dogs)/ Niggas is always
snitches that's out for my riches/ Is you with
snitches? To the niggas in the gators that's comin'
fictitious/ Somebody gonna die tonight, poppin' the
guage/ And my nigga Boogy Nikke garuanteed to gank ya
and bank ya (?) hoes feelin' no remorse leavin the
bodies stiff and cold in the hole/ Make ya (?) bow
wow, comin' up to change, changin' the game with my
dogs now

-Boogy Nikke-
It's deja vu, me and J be through but you hatin' it/
Put my glock in your mouth and you' wasted/ Want to
drop the top and lock a glock nigga? I give a fuck
about a wake, we give a shank nigga/ From the north to
the east, what's up nigga? Dig a ditch for a snitch and
bitch nigga/ I don't give a fuck about a record cause
I'm a tight cat/ I pop my collar, motherfucker, can
you buy that? I don't give a fuck about how you feel
in this bizness/ Darkside got me trapped as a witness/
Remember that nigga, that tatted up, that nigga, you
better beware, what? As I stare up in the ass of a
nigga, that killa that just don't care when I cock my
fo' fo'/ Truly, that they don't know that I'm never no
ho, give a fuck about the po po, blow!

-Chorus-