Lyrics:
family
And keep him cocked and loaded and don't expose him to no body
Unless somebody, who want him in his body
To love and cherish and from this
your borough, because I'm thorough
You want me to be down with you, to be seen walking around with you
Go to the store and buy a brew and rock a rhyme
I'm a flow until my belly hurt
Pimp n**** rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it rough, ooh
Feels like anotha one
Who you be?
Cool as a breeze, hot as the summer
Ridin' in a Hummer, soundin' like thunder
Lookin' for a missus, wrap her up in kisses
Keep her hella happy by
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
lovin' by the moonlight lay up in the Chevrolet.
Do our lovin' by the moonlight lay up in the Chevrolet.
Fine body ta make you goofy while you rock ya'
back
Puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive
By the motherfuckin puppet masters
The Soul Assassin button has
by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cashed out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I
Or a lady with a body from outer space
My heart, my heart
Kick start my heart
Say I got trouble, trouble in my eyes
I'm just looking for another good time
we rock the party,
Without Coke and the Bacardi,
We make you move your body,
Follow Tomekk and let`s party hardy
Ref
This is a Hip Hop sway,
… MCs
I'm 'bout
I'm havin' fun, uh, you're only a customer
And the ice that I rock is oh so hot
You should get you some,
When you walkin' in the presence
Met a woman she`s spouting prose
She`s got luggage eyes and a roman nose
Her body is slung from side to side
Need a lift she said much obliged
Met a woman she's spouting prose
She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose
Her body is slung from side to side
Need a lift she said much obliged
then picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me
Wake your punk ass up for the
Two double oh five brother
Young Money, the future
Hot boy in the building
Rock hard, hard rock hard body
Got it in
muthafuckas let us in
Ayo the partys packed from the body to wall
This is what I need from yall
Put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air
Imma
Right about now you are about to be possessed
By the sounds of MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
a son
And he got to eat, by any means
I got two fiends, fuck a hoop dream
Make it to the NBA that's a pipe dream
They end up smoking rock out of pipe
the motherfucking front page
High attack to the block like a cop
Open up an operation slangin' rocks
First I gotta get a crew full of hustlers
And fuck motherfuckers
stop lying
Get off your ass and see the mount and start climbing
Join Jehovah who blessed my rhyming
Were here to party now Rock your body now
Side
when I say
We rock with Track still (Huh?)
Wide body 'Cat
Smoke coming from the back wheel (Ayy)
I ain't talking 'bout drinkin'
No lean whеn i say you
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
body rock
Snoopy on that player shit, you're not
Eenie, meeny, miney, moe
Now which Backwood I'm gon' light up?
Turn it right up and get the party
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
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