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