Lyrics:
rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
I love to smoke dope dope
And fuck hoes
Get em in by the boat load
Eenie miney mo
Used to sell dope
For the dough
Came in by the boat
Got it off by
And we'll annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake
the corner then we hop them gates
I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate
Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate
Just a Westside nigga in Harlem,
from it, I bell-rung him
Glu’, what you cook is not as dope
Email on my phone: seei
Just push the envelope
I risk it all - bitch, get off
Lose and I get
Once again, my friends, it's time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin' with timin', while EVIL E lets the record spin
Kickin' it,hittin',
got dope boy
What you need, know we got it on the low boy
But no matter how much the money grow boy
Y'all know, I'ma always be a Broke Boy
Live your
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
me, Mr. Biggs (Crowd repeats)
Pow Wow (Crowd repeats)
G-L-O-be -E (Crowd repeats)
The Soul Sonic Force
You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's
Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"
Ugh,
-E (Crowd repeats)
The Soul Sonic Force
You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world
Can’t you tell that i came
From the dope game?
Now you can A-town stomp or you can rock away
But when I was hustling I
Never gave a rock away
They say St
of Dope
The first place in the world to ever sell base rock
nigga, crack rock, they put it there to get rid
of the Panthers, but they really created this
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
tailored (x2)
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2)
Nic nac paddy whack give that boy some clothes
Imitate the kid, you may get yourself some hoes
THE HOUSE
BY MAN CALL YOU THE ROCK★
ALONG SIDE ME BOY-KEN
ふたりゴキゲンかっとばして
行くぜ朝まで
ALL JAPANESE CATCH THIS TUNIA!!
YEAH! JAPAN IN THE HOUSE
YOU THE ROCK★-ING 2 DA
money nigga, they just want to see my bank on E
Them bitch ass nigga tried to bang on me, they aim wasn't neat, gang boy
Pac ass niggas be mentioning
my boys uptight
Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport when you call me big-headed
I
some noise for
That TeamBackPacknet cypher!
That's what I'm talking about, ya'll!
Rock the Bells! I go by the name of Kel
Mitchell -I AM Kel Mitchell,
rankers
Fuck the intro, straight to the point
The mero mero's back here to rock this joint
Straight from the streets with the gangster beats
Run
rankers
Fuck the intro, straight to the point
The mero mero's back here to rock this joint
Straight from the streets with the gangster beats
Run
nigga, you'a make me pop you want war wit' my boy
Shooter name Big E, he tote that choppa and he come straight out of Cedar
Shh, I better not hear
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