I bounce you, you and your lordships
Like the ball on the carnival punching bag
Bro, these guys strike poses, these chicks play brides
I bounce them like a girl on her period
The label, bro, would like to clean me up but it can't
They can't wipe this face even with Photoshop
While at Carnival your mom dressed you as Zorro
I was already on the street, dressed like a chav
With the whole gang, bro, I walk into the party in a tracksuit
And I bounce you, I go: 'Yeah, yeah' with my head
I slam drinks, I test out punch-lines
Slurring I tell her: 'Baby, I wanna get you in bed'
I'm out hunting chicks with double surnames
With the exotic name and the ones whose name I don't know
Bro, after the barefoot one, the one in garters
And nobody bounces me, bro
I bounce whatever you say
I bounce your advice
Till the neck snaps
Crashing the VIP for free
I don't show up in 'Novella'
I go out with the showgirl
Then I bounce her too
Till the neck snaps
Bro, I play the gig, I beep at the metal detector
I'm my own boss, I don't put on eye-shadow
You wanna pull the trigger, but you're just a valet
Some give me respect, some give me a hundred grams
I've been rhyming since the ball was a Supertele or a Tango
Back when Durangos were the craze, the orangutan on your back
You sell, Gué, you sell the chaos without the hassle of inventing a persona
I see you on TV but nobody, bro, then goes to your show
Bro, I bounce you like the springs on Nike Shox
They bounce you from the club and these asses bounce them
You offer me your deals, but thanks, no thanks
I bounce your paper and the review you write
I bounce the wiretap if I'm talking on 'Skype'
Your girl bounces you, she's already with me on a Boeing
747 and it won't fade, I won't pass you the joint
I bounce whatever you say
I bounce your advice
Till the neck snaps
Crashing the VIP for free
I don't show up in 'Novella'
I go out with the showgirl
Then I bounce her too
Till the neck snaps
I bounce you like the earth in an earthquake
And the Husqvarna seat when you kick it and fire it up
Bro, at the club or chilling in bed
It's max respect when they see the Air Max I wear
When the system lights up
Your liver and spleen shift without a transplant
We throw your DJ in the piranha tank
Muhammad to the mountain, but a kilo is a goldmine
I bounce whatever you say
I bounce your advice
Till the neck snaps
Crashing the VIP for free
I don't show up in 'Novella'
I go out with the showgirl
Then I bounce her too
Till the neck snaps
Everybody wants to tell me how to do things
But who? Who to catch and where to go, dunno
Everybody wants to tell me what to sing, bro
And me? I bounce you like boing, boing