Lyrics:
(Chief Rocka)
Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka
Rock it down, so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca
For sharper type to battle
you on a setback, bounce like a jet pack
Promises and guaranties by modern day pharisees
They use familiarity to push peculiarity
Bubblin' hot, trouble
the honey pot and, your pot is hot
Honey in the honey pot and the pot is what you got
To lova rocka rocka me to my soul
Oh love me to my soul, rock me
the honey pot and, your pot is hot
Honey in the honey pot and the pot is what you got
To lova rocka rocka me to my soul
Oh love me to my soul, rock me
blaka boom shakaloka (Dock 96')
Only one chief rocka rockin (Dock 96')
(Ay) Dock 96 (Ay) Dock 96
Gritty city in the building look out for the kid
(All
On my way back from a wedding
I drove round some of the old streets
I got swept up by the memories
Of cold nights and warm sheets
I parked outside
on past shit nothing gets better but all you gotta have is heart kid
I've been pushing on my whole life
Chasing dreams up to the sky
Falling short n I'm
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
nerves
I got kids "Actin' a Fool" from the traps to the burbs
My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque
So I shot the tooth fairy and took
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
be light
As twice as ship advice to my homies who write me in te pine
Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail
With their liberty bell, so
the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I could shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
I got (I got)
Yeah, uh
I got (I got)
I got (Yeah)
I got (I got)
I got
I got gold in my soul, gold on my road
Yeah
Uh
GrandZ (Yeah, uh)
Let's Get It
hundred a plate for the pasta
I’m getting swell like dreadlocks
You can get hit by a shottah
Boom Ba Ya
Rocka Bye Baby
The streets so wild
My life so brazy
kiddy-come-come
[Run]
Cool chief rocka, don't drink vodka
Used to keep cheeba inside my locker
Used to get to' down, now I slowed down
Hold the flow down
out here
Doug High, big dreams, Magic City, 16
YMM, MDC (what?)
Thomasville, ABG (what?)
Hold up let me intervene (hold on)
Got my jeans from 30
after the sentence
Menace like society
Sessions my biology
Open space wasted time
No rest till I die kid
Wasted too much time kid
Now I gotta fly kid
something (I dare you), say something (yeah)
The Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder than meatlockers
My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka
I smack
Yeah, yo, 206 wassup, yeah, yo
Grindin suicide blindin
Terrified terrorized devils in my soul
This is how it goes, livin wrong
Gonna sing my song,
Spilling my soul to a ton of people I don't know
And I can feel my skin wearing thinner
4th night no appetite for dinner
Shit goddamn well ain't life
some change!"
All diggin' in my ear for it and shit, deranged!
I grabbed him by his head and tried to yank it to the left to break his neck
But his head
She wanna ride the kid
She wanna ride the kid
She wanna ride the kid
She wanna ride the kid
She wanna ride the kid
She wanna ride the kid
She
me a ten
And I slipped out my rocka
When I tote me this fourty
I walk alil awkward
Can't pop me a thirty shit hit me like boxers
I be by my solo
what you want plus put my mind in it
Rocka Iriscience trained to go the length
Finding all terrain thin tanked in full strength
"No surrender and no
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