Just point out the bounce, yeah
And bein' I'm about my business, not minglin' much
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga, uhh
Chi Town go gettin' pimps, we mobsters
Timbo the King nigga, uhh, yeah, uhh
Chicks barely dancin', glancin' every chance they get
You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
To the crew, we're rated R
And I don't play 'cause I'm from Chicago
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Young Hov' the King, yeah
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga, uhh, I got y'all
I'm like a bloke from London, England, jeah, you jinglin' baby
They only know what the single is and singled that out
Large amounts till it's hard to count
So September 11 marks the era forever of a revolutionary Che Guevara
To be the meaning of what he is about
And show you how to get this dough in
I turn a 8 to an ounce, to a whole ki to the R.O.C.
Large amounts till it's hard to count
Point out the bounce
Large amounts till it's hard to count
The album width to keep the registers ringin'
Still in demand in the longest run standin'
Ya, listen
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Like, oh shit, he's so handsome
Point out the bounce
Even haven't heard the album or they don't know English
It's like you tryin' to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's still so young
Point out the bounce
Timbo King, yeah
Point out the bounce
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
All I know I gots the flow
I seen MTV, I know who you are
Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible
Timbo the King nigga, uhh, yeah, uhh
Just point out the bounce
O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson's son
Now it's a whole museum of Hov' MC'ers
Point out the bounce
Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kanyeezy
For those that think Hov' fingers bling blingin'
I turn a 8 to an ounce to a whole ki to the R.O.C.
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Runnin' my mouth, that shit kept lingerin'
Show you how to get this dough in
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce, nigga
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Yeah, that's how I feel, to be down, you must appeal
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
Ask me, "Rey Rey, is that yo' car?"
Then I walk through the hood where they up to no good
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga
And show you how to get this dough in
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga, uhh, uhh uhh
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin'
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
I turn a 8 to an ounce, to a whole ki to the R.O.C.
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Business mind of a Ross Perot but never lost my soul
Slangin' them O's like a real O.G. should
Point out the bounce
Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Point out the bounce
Everybody dupin' the flow, you see 'em, everybody loopin' up soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
