Lyrics:
stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell
nigga said
It and that it a day in the life
Of mister soul brother number deuce
Damn he nice i'm thinking if you only knew
You could fuck with it
I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See my hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls,
country, with a little bit of rock & roll
If you didn't know now you know
We raise our glass for that Ol' Red White & Blue
We sing along with Eric Church
a sailess ship that crashed into the rocks and got blow to bits a lot
A lot
A lot
A lot a lot a lot
Fuck you tie
Okay baby I
Write
Shut the fuck up
Dull
'cause it lives in your soul
That's damn rock and roll
That's damn rock and roll
It's a rock through a window
It's a ride in the street
It's
damn gave one
I was just a boulder on a shoulder in a cul-de-sac dead-end street
And rock and roll found me
Like my faith, like my church
My low
sing
You can sing gospel, you can sing rock and roll
God gave you that song to sing
And every song he gave you so far
It became a hit
And you've been
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
she's hysteric
(Chorus)
I'm in the sky esoteric
Can't believe she left me for that n*gga Eric
She missing my stroke now she’s hysteric
New n*gga great
boy, And then when that god damn
car Eric had broke down comin’ down the street
That mother fucker just fell, that was some funny ass shit boy
Yea!
rock the shit to get ya open
Say your looking for some real shit then catch
a funkified batch, like that (like that)
Oakland's on the map
and Pac is
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Whoa, wish this was a Metallica concert
I wish that it was music when
They walk in the building
Someone ring the alarm
We sound like rock and roll
We
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
This is a message from Shaq, react bring it on back
Follow your dreams and it's like that
[Outro: Shaq]
Yeah, yeah
Ken Dawg, rock rock on
Yeah,
part,
We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't avoid that arena,
It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.
*
playin' with me though
'Cause every time I squeeze a damn 3-4, that's the reaper playin' bingo
That's a kilogram wrapped up on the Peter Pan Prevost
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome to the party"
Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
that brought Versace
To the centerfold (‘sace)
Take off on the plug
I hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
If you can buy the car then what
The fuck you
the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with
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