Lyrics:
the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never
and get annihilated
I'm on a roll as if my pupils were dilated
thank God I made it, I'm what they call the best
I rip your fucking heart out off what they
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
they holla, don’t let go
It’s your time, let ‘em know
(E&J:
Hey Nneka
Call in from New York
And give them a little something)
Verse 2 (Fresh Ink
we're gonna rock it all tonight.
It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend
Eight o'clock's when the show begins.
Get on the phone, call up all your friends
Ooh, Lord we're gonna rock it all tonight.
It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend
Eight o'clock's when the show begins.
Get on the phone, call up
like a mating call
Pockets just like I won the mega millions
It bring me great pleasure to know
I hurt these niggas feelings
Whatever you do I always got
Every day that's my attainment
You pour the gasoline I flame it strike a match
I'm here with Fettuccine Ferragamo
Yin-yang that's white and black
I'm only
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
homie I will never fall
When the club make it rain that shit is like a mating call
Pockets just like I won the mega millions
It bring me great pleasure
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son
been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy,
about the major groups in rock 'n' roll
Who else could take rap, hip-hop, thrash, punk metal
Take it, throw it in the can, spin it around
And come out
be
Im great its fate no need to hate on me
Im no hero
No tights and
No cape for me
Im In the clouds like
Enoch where them scrappers be
We on a roll
Roll
Sex Drugs and Rock 'n Roll
Dear Lord I think the devil got my
You'll face it all
But will I survive
I can't say
Wait
Where am I
dumb-ee-doo-aa
Is it true
To hear the fans scream
To stand in the lights
Is just like a dream
What a dream
To be what you are
A rock'n' roll star
To make
Come and look
So I looked, and saw there a cream-white horse
Its rider was called Death
And Hell went at his bridle-rein
He was allowed to have his way
Oooo
Oooo
We can roll up in the sunset
Do this all night all night all night
Yeah
We can roll up in the city
With the Benz all white all white
Yeah
and my public
Put God first
Then can't forget to stay real
To me it's like breathing
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
the biggest wigger
Oh, you win again, it must feel great, I heard you don't like white emcee's
Traded in your Kani and X hats for a fresh set of Echo's
it, let 'em in
The king of England woulda left us alone
If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone
Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue
You see her features?
Yeah, she right
Bitch, I'm a creature
Yeah, I bite (uh)
I rock Off-White (hey)
It's on sight (on sight)
I'm catchin' plays
quiet i said, "Fuck it"
Hit the shower like a jackpot
The weed got my teeth
Off-white like crack rock
Toothbrush from the 99 cent store
I got a million
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