Lyrics:
I know you like that
You wanna try that
It's like a flashback
So shake your ass crack
I got the balls to
Rock your salsa
Funk the blues
Any
rend mignon
Et elle a kiffé mes locks
J’mets une claque sur son cavu et j’attrape son chignon
Sur mon cou j’veux des rocks
J’ai l’machin dans le froc
She wanna fuck on the team that lil bitch better get the fuck up out of our way
And you seeing lil J how he up in that wraith which foreign we
Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippen in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the block
Up on the block
corn on the cob
What is life? It is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a sport
Yea, I'll play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J played
Oh, Boricua
Oh, Boricua
Oh
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, Boricua
Boricuas in the house
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
shown for years that we are def
But here's some more for ya'll
To just come get it
Rip the wheels J ("hit it")
Beat changes to Rob Base & DJ
EZ Rock's
bitch huh
J'augmente la cons' autour de moi j'vois que tout est slow (Slow)
Y a que la lean qui peut me heal, qui clear mes maux
Hier j'ai rock le C.P
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us
Make the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us (Southside Bronx)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I
low, LOX and J.Lo
Act like they don't, but they know
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
my block
I'll stop your car like I need help
And crack your head with a rock
Uh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got
Mr dead Folx sparking at the burial
I know you like that
You want to try that
It's like a flashback
So shake your ass crack
I got the balls to
Rock the salsa
Funk the blues-a
Any
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
in they head
Throw your fuckin arms off and rock the dead!
Wake up
move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x)
cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
(Scandalous) Like Robin Givens
(And dangersous) Dead that's how we living
Shiesty, like ganking
cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
(Scandalous) Like Robin Givens
(And dangersous) Dead that's how we living
Shiesty, like ganking
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
tryn rock me to sleep like Mike J if the fair maiden let em
Never had homies pocket full of pressure
Back Of The Camry seat 38 special
Not my Bruddas
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
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