LYRICS GAME

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 don't watch 'Amici'

I don't listen to Emilio

I bounce whatever you say

I bounce your advice

I'm out of control

And my head bounces

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

I'm out of control

And my head bounces

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 don't watch 'Amici'

I don't listen to Emilio

I bounce whatever you say

I bounce your advice

I'm out of control

And my head bounces

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

I'm out of control

And my head bounces

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 don't watch 'Amici'

I don't listen to Emilio

I bounce whatever you say

I bounce your advice

I'm out of control

And my head bounces

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

I'm out of control

And my head bounces

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

Thanks but, no thanks

And me? I bounce you like boing, boing