Uhh just point out the bounce. Uh-huh show me the bounce yeah. Just point out the bounce yeah. Timbo the king yeah. Young Hov' the king yeah. Just point out the bounce... Yes just point out the bounce nigga. Yo listen. [Jay-Z]. 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. [Chorus]. Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in. large amounts 'til 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... [Jay-Z]. For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n. Either 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 meaning 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. [Chorus]. [Verse Three]. 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 son. Ask me "Rey-Rey is that yo' car?". I seen Mtv I know who you are. You did "Takeover" do you got beef with Nas?. I did take over the game brought back the soul. Got tracks to go got plaques that's gold. Platinum to go yeah that's the flow. All I know I gots the flow. And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago. [Chorus]