Still More Bounce - Tash, Ras Kass, Kam

Rest in peace, Roger

Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (We live this shit}

Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit)

Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit)

Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-w-w-we live this shit)

Bounce, more bounce

Yeah yeah, more bounce to the ounce, so keep fuck a ounce, nigga

It’s Still More Bounce to the ounce, keep fuck a ounce, heh

Still More Bounce, we wanna keep fuck a ounce tho

Yeah, Battlecat, nigga Dirty Ray listen

I’m like Terminator 2 askin where Sarah Connor is

Two side bustas kick rocks like narcotics anonymous

Ever since the top (ever since the top)

I remember dudes in Karate shoes Pop Lockin to Roger

Now it’s 2000, a new world order

The birth of G-Funk, Roger created the vocoder

So haters slide to the side, let the riders ride

Chevy, yo, zzp-zzp!

Now can I bang bang?

(bang bang) picture Roger & Zapp

A dominatrac cat, on Purple Haze and Conynac

Dirty Ray, fo fo fo microphones

Wolfpac shakin ya Time Zone and fadin ya home

(Gimme a dome) — Twenty inches hit the scene

Smoke screen, open the do, big gold chain gleam

We get low down and dirty fo that Triban Family

2002, Roger R-I-P, come on

We pop these collars, what we bout

Lets have all y’all falla, what we bout

Smoke up ya whole ounce, then we bounce

Roger Zapp Battlecat, this is Still More Bounce

Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Ah hah)

Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Yeah yeah)

Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Come on)

Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Uh)

Uh check, uh uh uh

Watch out sucker, matter of fact duck (fuck fuck fuck)

Out the window of my Cadillac Truck, and whats up?

We rollin paper plates, homies movin crates of tapes

While y’all wearin captains savin no crapes on daytons

I am one of the greats, know you might be hurt

Baby ain’t nobody retire’n in my White T-Shirt

As long as fools still feel, and trust I’m real

Ima keep bustin big rhymes dimes nuts and steel

(I ain’t that type of brother that Cs can walk wit)

Man I ain’t politically correct, Ima talk shit

About these mucic industry characters, cos there ain’t no debate’n

These record company people be hatin, females be degratin their selves

Thinkin the desk gon last

Thats why I’m quick to put these chickens on blast

Tryna tell me «I'm so and so, I’m this, I’m that»

But they all jus wick-weak-wacks

More bounce Roger

More bounce

Say what?

uh say what?

uh yo uh

If this was '87 when bangin was at it’s peak

This song woulda had em closin clubs every week

Cos we speak the really real, speak how we really feel

Come work for me have ya niggas stealin wheels

Daytons, BGs, what ever rims housin

I need sum 19s fo my Benz 2000

Work wit me homeboy, it’s all luv

I told you 19s, you came back wit dubs

When push come to shove, Tash knocks em out the box

You might hear me at a club or on a boom-box in Watts

Jus swangin, raps over beats that hump

Thats why a nigga like CaTash get it crunk from jump

I Slam-Dunk the funk like a Alley-Loop to Shaq

Y’all fools so wack ya prolly can’t rap to Zapp

So slap yo’self, this is Wolfpac Records

Rest In Peace Roger, your music was respected

We pop these collars, what we bout

Lets have all y’all falla, what we bout

Smoke up ya whole ounce, then we bounce

Roger Zapp Battlecat, this is Still More Bounce

Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Ah hah)

Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Yeah yeah)

Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Come on)

Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Uh)