Artist: B-Real, Dirty Ray, Kam, Ras Kass, Spice 1, Tash Album: Still More Bounce - Roger Troutman Tribute Song: Still More Bounce Typed by: LoDizzo187@hotmail.com * * send corrections to the typist [Voice Vocoder] 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 [Ras Kass] 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 *Singin* - Ooh ooh ooh, now I own mine (muthafucka) [B-Real] It's the track slayer, on your CD player The Budda King, blunt smokin the weed wayer Ridin from the EastSide of LA, who what? You holdin my nuts, like a hice cup runnin up Keep yo mouth shut cos you talk too much You cant fold, what the hell, you need the glocks too much (bitch!) Rather the way bitches betta get heavy When I hit the corner all you see is the light from the Chevy [Dirty Ray] 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 [Spice 1 - Hook] 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) [Kam] 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 aint 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 aint that type of brother that Cs can walk wit) Man I aint politically correct, Ima talk shit About these mucic industry characters, cos there aint 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 *Vocoder Solo* [Tash] Say what? uh say what? uh yo uh If this was '87 when bangin was at its 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 cant rap to Zapp So slap yo'self, this is Wolfpac Records Rest In Peace Roger, your music was respected [Spice 1 - Hook X2] 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)