Lyrics:
but her name she could not write.
Blondie is a certain type, she's not yellow, black or white.
But you can find her out diggin' in the finer spots
in your pocket
I self, Lord and master
Travelling faster
As I get closer to the point
Rock this funky joint, yeah
Mmh, we're on fire
the one blame
When you see me in the streets
Don't call me on my name
(don't call me on my name)
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Represent your city,
strugglin', for the heat I lit the oven
One would by the CD, the other would do the dubbin'
Before I met Rob, I was in the clubs frontin'
Oh yeah I know
help but think manajatwa
So where you from we represent Crenshaw
Where they bang by law, slip your jack in your car
Oh, and I'm Kelly and her name
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
it
I lean, I rock, I spit in the face of a cop
I lean, I rock, I spit in the face of a cop
I lean, I rock, I spit in the face of a cop
I lean, I rock
need everything on the rocks tonight
Take a little sip of whatever you like, whatever you like
My name round the city and you just how it go
And this
Simpson, first name Bart.
I'm here today to introduce the next phase,
The next step in the big Bart craze.
I've got a dance real easy to do;
I learned
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool but local like loc never broke
'Cause
blind for sometime
By the way I love you
Looking for a ventricle door that’s still open
Leave me alone unknown ID
I’m not answering
No name caller
If
Say goodbye tonight cuz
I cannot rock with you
I've had enough of you
Things I try to get by but
It's not gon be the same
Hearing you call my name
roll!
Built This City
We Built This City on rock n' roll!
Someone always playin' corporation games
Who cares? They're always
Changing corporation names
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
be on top some day
I'm gonna be a star
I can see my name in lights
And I can see the queue
I've got the devil in my blood
Tellin' me what to do
(And
four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful, "Is he in critical?"
the hell's your name?
What's your pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?
In the crowd of pain
the hell's your name?
What's your pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?
In the crowd of pain
I got to
The rock sound because I hip-hop new
Not the old, gold, from around the neck
And when I grab ahold you give me nuff respect
In a black
I come up by sun up in this world
My legend continues
When I was young it was all about the get on
Supposed to blow but my timer just ticked on
Then
[CHORUS]
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name of
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name
name
I'll forever praise his name
The Lord is my Rock in him will I stand
Oh praise his name
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
Oh praise his name
travelled by the multitude/
remember this when the cops come to fuck with you...
Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
fighting for freedom, writing
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