Bounce   Uhh, ha, uhh, ha   Uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huh   This for my hustlers, uh-huh   And for the bitches, yeah      Yo, yo   This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint   All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne   All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin' dem bones   All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes, holla at me   It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha   Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa      All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er   I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over   All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya   Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself   I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin' into a tizzy   So pissy, swervin' on the road dizzy      May God protect my soul, angels walk with me   First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty   The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me   I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me   What the fuck?      You know, we ride, all day, all night   Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life   You know, we ride, all day, all night   Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life      This is for my chicks that get dough for takin' off they clothes   All them money makin' honeys that slide down the poles   All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0   All the baby mamas across the globe, aiyyo      I like my women friends feminine   I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem, shit   I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed   With a dough fetish, the drive to go get it   I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada   I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie   I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties   I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy      I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated   They never tell me no, the most they said is "Not here"   I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted   I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch   Forget it I'm the don      You know, we ride, all day, all night   Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life   You know, we ride, all day, all night   Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life      Wha-What?   This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life   By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin' alright   Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?   Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin' up   Who shit is big pimpin'? See the flow different   I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em      I keep rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em   Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence   You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough   Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel   Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder   Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?   It's "The Roc"      You know, we ride, all day, all night   Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life   You know, we ride, all day, all night   Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life   You know, we ride, all day, all night   Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life