bounce that ass ft. Jilly

Hardcore West Coast Gangster Rap, G-Funk, Boom Bap

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[Verse 1]
[Fast Aggressive Rhythmic Spoken Delivery - Lehthie & The Squad]
We don’t walk in, we all phase through the gate,
Face paint loud and the whole crew's late.
Call it clownin’ around, we’re a carnival pack,
Got a million dark dreamers riding right on the track.
We stay grounded… unless the baseline drops,
Then the whole damn collective is blowing the tops.
Got a squad throwin' punches that the system can't block,
Even gravity’s askin' the Family to unlock the clock.
We came with drip… yeah, the liquid is real,
Water flying off the edges of the hatchet and steel.
We’re all “jiggle-nauts,” launched straight through the wire,
Overheating the grid till the stadium's on fire.
If lookin' could kill, we would fry the mainframe,
The whole underground showed up to rewrite the game.
We don’t break dance—we warp the design,
Then hand it back with the code realigned.

[Chorus]
[Hard Hitting Aggressive Groove - Viciously Chanted Group Flow, No Melody]
Bounce dat ass (hey)
Twerk dat base (hey)
Give it a wiggle (hey)
Juggalo jiggle (hey)
Bounce dat ass (hey)
Twerk dat base (hey)
Give it a wiggle (hey)
Juggalo jiggle (hey)
Bounce Bounce
Drop mother fucker Drop
Grind and wiggle
It’s the Juggalo Jiggle
Bounce Bounce
Drop mother fucker Drop
Grind and wiggle
It’s the Juggalo Jiggle

[Verse 2]
[Fast Aggressive Rhythmic Spoken Delivery - Keeping the Pressure On]
We’re two-steppin’ sideways where the processors freeze,
Every move’s off-script but we do what we please.
Got smoke on our sneakers and a splash in our stride,
Every footprint leaves a whole ocean behind.
The terminal said “drop,” so we melted the bay,
Now the mainframe defense is just drifting away.
We’re paint-by-numbers, but the canvas is wet,
Leaving circular patterns that they'll never forget.
Our boots got traction from the carnival aisle,
The whole squad slides and we conquer in style.
Everybody’s got scars—we brought independent parts,
Smashing up the limits on the corporate charts.
The DJ scratches, we scratch out the core…
Next thing you know, there are no walls anymore.
If friction burns calories, we’re shredded by dawn,
The whole circle jigglin' while the fire is on.

[Verse 3]
[Rapid Fire Spoken Rap Delivery - Sharp, Heavy-Hitting Flow]
We don’t need a spotlight—we glow in the dark,
Teleporting through the grid, leaving our mark.
Got a six-pack? Ours is made outta soda,
Still crushing the servers one tower at a time.
They said “hold still”…
We said, “That’s cute.”
The whole camp's phasing out the physical suit.
We ain’t got rhythm—
Rhythm got us.
Trapped in the system and making a fuss.
Life throws punches, we answer with laughs,
Skating on the surface while we tear it in half.
The stack folds up but the bounce don’t stop,
We’re jigglin’ home till the next system drops.
So if you see us comin’, don’t stand there and giggle…
Blink into the network…
And do the Juggalo Jiggle!

[Final Chorus]
[Hard Hitting Aggressive Groove - Viciously Chanted Group Flow, No Melody]
Bounce dat ass (hey)
Twerk dat base (hey)
Give it a wiggle (hey)
Juggalo jiggle (hey)
Bounce dat ass (hey)
Twerk dat base (hey)
Give it a wiggle (hey)
Juggalo jiggle (hey)
Bounce Bounce
Drop mother fucker Drop
Grind and wiggle
It’s the Juggalo Jiggle
Bounce Bounce
Drop mother fucker Drop
Grind and wiggle
It’s the Juggalo Jiggle

[Outro]
[Drums stay heavy, grit synth whines aggressively, track cuts down sharp]
[Female Spoken Outro - Cold Deadpan]
Connection severed.
Lehthie and the Family are already gone.
Whoop whoop.
[Sudden sharp record scratch stop, absolute dead silence]

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[Intro] [Aggressive, heavy snapping West Coast drums drop hard, gritty driving bassline, piercing synth whine] [Female Spoken-Word - Lehthie's Voice, Sharp, Fast, Echoing] "Whoop whoop! Ain’t nobody sittin’ still… When the beat drops… The whole Family wiggles. Let's go." [Verse 1] [Fast Aggressive Rhythmic Spoken Delivery - Lehthie & The Squad] We don’t walk in, we all phase through the gate, Face paint loud and the whole crew's late. Call it clownin’ around, we’re a carnival pack, Got a million dark dreamers riding right on the track. We stay grounded… unless the baseline drops, Then the whole damn collective is blowing the tops. Got a squad throwin' punches that the system can't block, Even gravity’s askin' the Family to unlock the clock. We came with drip… yeah, the liquid is real, Water flying off the edges of the hatchet and steel. We’re all “jiggle-nauts,” launched straight through the wire, Overheating the grid till the stadium's on fire. If lookin' could kill, we would fry the mainframe, The whole underground showed up to rewrite the game. We don’t break dance—we warp the design, Then hand it back with the code realigned. [Chorus] [Hard Hitting Aggressive Groove - Viciously Chanted Group Flow, No Melody] Bounce dat ass (hey) Twerk dat base (hey) Give it a wiggle (hey) Juggalo jiggle (hey) Bounce dat ass (hey) Twerk dat base (hey) Give it a wiggle (hey) Juggalo jiggle (hey) Bounce Bounce Drop mother fucker Drop Grind and wiggle It’s the Juggalo Jiggle Bounce Bounce Drop mother fucker Drop Grind and wiggle It’s the Juggalo Jiggle [Verse 2] [Fast Aggressive Rhythmic Spoken Delivery - Keeping the Pressure On] We’re two-steppin’ sideways where the processors freeze, Every move’s off-script but we do what we please. Got smoke on our sneakers and a splash in our stride, Every footprint leaves a whole ocean behind. The terminal said “drop,” so we melted the bay, Now the mainframe defense is just drifting away. We’re paint-by-numbers, but the canvas is wet, Leaving circular patterns that they'll never forget. Our boots got traction from the carnival aisle, The whole squad slides and we conquer in style. Everybody’s got scars—we brought independent parts, Smashing up the limits on the corporate charts. The DJ scratches, we scratch out the core… Next thing you know, there are no walls anymore. If friction burns calories, we’re shredded by dawn, The whole circle jigglin' while the fire is on. [Chorus] [Hard Hitting Aggressive Groove - Viciously Chanted Group Flow, No Melody] Bounce dat ass (hey) Twerk dat base (hey) Give it a wiggle (hey) Juggalo jiggle (hey) Bounce dat ass (hey) Twerk dat base (hey) Give it a wiggle (hey) Juggalo jiggle (hey) Bounce Bounce Drop mother fucker Drop Grind and wiggle It’s the Juggalo Jiggle Bounce Bounce Drop mother fucker Drop Grind and wiggle It’s the Juggalo Jiggle [Verse 3] [Rapid Fire Spoken Rap Delivery - Sharp, Heavy-Hitting Flow] We don’t need a spotlight—we glow in the dark, Teleporting through the grid, leaving our mark. Got a six-pack? Ours is made outta soda, Still crushing the servers one tower at a time. They said “hold still”… We said, “That’s cute.” The whole camp's phasing out the physical suit. We ain’t got rhythm— Rhythm got us. Trapped in the system and making a fuss. Life throws punches, we answer with laughs, Skating on the surface while we tear it in half. The stack folds up but the bounce don’t stop, We’re jigglin’ home till the next system drops. So if you see us comin’, don’t stand there and giggle… Blink into the network… And do the Juggalo Jiggle! [Final Chorus] [Hard Hitting Aggressive Groove - Viciously Chanted Group Flow, No Melody] Bounce dat ass (hey) Twerk dat base (hey) Give it a wiggle (hey) Juggalo jiggle (hey) Bounce dat ass (hey) Twerk dat base (hey) Give it a wiggle (hey) Juggalo jiggle (hey) Bounce Bounce Drop mother fucker Drop Grind and wiggle It’s the Juggalo Jiggle Bounce Bounce Drop mother fucker Drop Grind and wiggle It’s the Juggalo Jiggle [Outro] [Drums stay heavy, grit synth whines aggressively, track cuts down sharp] [Female Spoken Outro - Cold Deadpan] Connection severed. Lehthie and the Family are already gone. Whoop whoop. [Sudden sharp record scratch stop, absolute dead silence]

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