Lyrics:
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
call her J Bunny cus she roll it like a carrot
And its sweeter
When you sit up straight on it girl I love the view from down here
Yeah
Now let me off
It's only Rock and Roll
But we started that
You will realize it
You can try disguise it
The page was white
But the ink was Black
You can try and hide it
who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got
regrets cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parking lot
Doin' dirt for the O.G's slangin' rock
They used to call me that little white kid
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
Young Joc
That's what I call her, she all on my top
Rap star, or do he sell rock?
He got files so he beatin' the trial
Couple racks, let them niggas
blue,
or gray, but I call it
the Civil War of Rocks
Rocks come air, rocks come water,
& rocks rocks
Kara tavira, mnash grand bash
poosh l'abas
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
to feed them and to keep them it's all in the cards you hold
Yes I said I believe in magic and I believe that I was born to rock n roll
Born to rock n
to feed them and to keep them it's all in the cards you hold
Yes I said I believe in magic and I believe that I was born to rock n roll
Born to rock n
Timbs
Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Häagen-Dazs gobbles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock
Timbs
Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Häagen-Dazs gobbles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock
car, and I'm about to rock it
Like a lead guitar, I party like a rock star, you can probably tell by how I spit my bars
Girl if you don't like me for who
create and tape
A series for me
Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar)
The ratchet that'll blow his top
Off I call Teairra Mari
It couldn't be
So she kicked it in the hood
Raised herself on her own
She talked with that tone but she white to the bone
You would swear she was black if you
some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
We really love to play
We're in the mood to sing,
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.
*
soul
The rock king is so bold when he rocks and roll
A black hat is my crown, symbolizin' the sound
Signifyin', we won't play around, bust it
hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning
My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's
free, put your mind at ease
Call it what you want, it's alright
It's rock and roll to me
Call it what you want, it's alright
It's rock and roll
head out this is my night
Are you gonna step with rock when I got the mic
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the feds now its all about my
head out this is my night
Are you gonna step with rock when I got the mic
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the feds now its all about my
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