R .P.
I bounce,
rock, road, skate
Bounce, bounce, rock, road skate
I bounce, rock, road, skate
Bounce, bounce, rock, road,
skate
I've been trapped since birth,
feelin' like I've been cursed
Feelin' like can my situation
get worse?
Insane, loco all up in your brain
A little guesser on the guy
who's only known to bang
Full of pride, rollin' with that silver side
The homie Trigger used to bang
until his brother died
I used to wonder why did they take his life never felt
pain till I seen his mother cry and on the other side
Another mother shedding tears
don't cry for me mama
ain't happy here
at least that's what the spirits say
Just another gang retaliation
homicide in LA
at least that's what the news reported
But half the time you can't
trust the news.
They got it all distorted.
It's dedicated to the homies
in the ground
Honestly, I just thank God
that I'm still here to make a
man
Bounce, rock, roll, skate
I bounce, rock, roll, skate
Bounce, bounce, rock, roll, skate
Bounce, straight
from the gold estate
And so they hate
Bounce, bounce,
straight from the gold estate
So tell me, was I really born
for representin' in my songs?
Quarantines since a child,
where did I go wrong?
Most of my childhood memories
filled with pain
Pa's gone, Mom workin',
all exposed to pain
And all my neighborhood role models
Were packin' scraps,
smokin' slang and dope
Sippin' 40 bottles,
wonder really if I see tomorrow
That's the method when you're banged out,
dippin' in the Monte Carlo
Some came up in the dope,
came for quick cash
He used to pray every night,
knew it wouldn't last
His life was gone in a quick flash
Not just a memory to the world,
for trying to get cash
But you really can't blame him, no
He was just trying to provide for his family
in this shady world
Sometimes I feel
I hear his spirit's in the clouds
Honestly, I just thank God
that I'm still here to make him proud
I bounce, rock, roll, skate
Bounce, rock, roll, skate
I bounce, rock, roll, skate
Bounce, rock, roll, skate
Bounce, straight
from the golden state,
that's all they hate
Bounce, straight from the golden state,
that's all they hate
Some of the homies
got caught up
in that drug life
Like Pac said it, we all knew that drug life
I remember the homie
Bunky break down and cry
Cause his brother Negro
got hooked on the first try
Caught him red -handed with
a needle in his vein
How can I stop my brother criminal
with so much pain?
All in his voice,
it's sad but it's his choice
Another body bag soon, bang!
Another broke D, and it's sad
But the youngster couldn't stop
once he learned it from the old G's
Another victim of the cold streets
I thank God I'm still here
But times I shed a tear
It's dedicated to the homies
doing time upon the tears
Doing 25 to life,
honestly just wasting gears
Sometimes I get letters from inside,
they say they pray
Honestly, I just ain't glad
that I'm still here
to make em bang
I bounce, rock, roll, skate
Bounce, rock, roll, skate
I bounce, rock, roll, skate
Bounce, rock, roll, skate
Bounce
Straight from the dope,
this thang is all they hate
Straight from the dope,
this thang is all they hate
Mr. Capone-e
