Lyrics:
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
amazin'
Bitch, I've been blazin', I'm talkin' grass, I ain't talkin' grazing
They just hit the tape while I sip scotch let the haters kick rocks
My shit
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
ass man who be paying his bills
Then he stunt
Do what he want
Roll up a blunt
Smoke a bad bitch then I hit from the front
Shordy got ass ima hit from
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
hang out
That light you hit, it was the light I held
That's why you never ever see
Me with my chains out
I don't need to, truth they don't feed you
Lies
Bass
Ich sag, krass das, was?
Lass das As, derbe Styles kicken über den Bass
Ich sag, krass das, was?
Lass das As, mach Rock 'n' Roll
Was los?
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones, David Allen
Coe with No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got
girl by my side girl
Yeah we can run this town
I can rock your world
We can roll'em down, fog'em up
Cruise around, get stuck
Pedal to the metal 'til
so what the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle, spirutal
but everybody's rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never
through it, right
And, I'll never forget it I had like eight rhyme books--he'll tell you, he'll tell you man
I just, I went through them motherfuckers I
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
I'ma straight bring you this rock and roll
Shooting for the top, I'ma lock and load
Moving the crowd, I'ma rock the show
Cause them boys can't do it like
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like to forget me
But they can't 'cause like a
Champ I have got a
Record of knocking out
girl by my side girl
Yeah we can run this town
I can rock your world
We can roll'em down, fog'em up
Cruise around, get stuck
Pedal to the metal 'til
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
how to rock
I wont forget how to rock
Now you listen to me
I promise I will never grow up
I promise I will never forget
How to rock'n'roll baby
trunk gon glow, that's the way the
Drank Baby roll
On the scene that is my click, give me a note I hit a
Grip
Anything for mine will some, garunteed to be
enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball
enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball
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