

(yeah) Check, check, check, yeah
(ha,
we on)
Walking through the gate and I don't look around
Got the heavy weight and we don't make a sound Keep the
circle tight, we keep the profit clear
You talking out of line,
we are the ones they fear Rubber band snapping on the paper
stack Once we move ahead there is no looking back Yeah,
we build the frame and then we change the locks
Counting up the time on these expensive clocks
Yeah, they hear the noise coming down the lane Now we clear
the track, now we take the rein
Get ready for the break
We lock the town!
(lock it down!) We hold the crown!
(hold it down!) They see the bounce and they follow the sound!
(follow it!) We make the rules!
(make the rules!) We got the tools!
(got the tools!) We leave them frozen like statues of fools! (hahaha)
Now we back in position,
never lose the stride We got the whole city waiting on the
ride Talk is cheap,
we just demonstrate the proof Throwing down the lightning from the highest
roof Keep the rhythm heavy,
keep the pockets full
Every single move we make is beautiful Yeah,
we set the pace,
we let the trap spring
You just a listener,
we are the ones who sing
We lock the town!
(lock it down!) We hold the crown!
(hold it down!) They see the bounce and they follow the sound!
(follow it!) We make the rules!
(make the rules!) We got the tools!
(got the tools!) We leave them frozen like statues of fools! (hahaha)
Yeah, that's how we bounce it.
West-coast, modern style. We out. (ahhhh)