Lyrics:
rock-it
Like chocolate, even vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, saperella
Flavors are electric, try me, get a shock-a
Didn't I tell you to leave flavor flav
wanna freak that, ain't got no shame
I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket
Roll around town with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray
stopped, parks, pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as Glock shots
Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
will tell you
They made it by selling souls
Then bitter spitters split hairs
Compare it to rock n roll
But honestly all the same
When under station
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
country over daddy’s rock and roll
Mixtaping the radio
I sat him down and laid them out, said son let me explain
Ain’t none of them the same, each one’s
too soon||[Chorus:]|Fare thee well my rock and roll angel|Fare thee well my rock and roll angel||Heard your song on the radio|Your voice was calling
You a lil raggedy dumbass lil hoe, Dumbass hoe man, suck my dick
Yeah yeah
I'm a spaceman like spiff
Boy finna roll that spliff
Pour few lines for
Yeah
Yeah
Young, young, young Gunna, yeah
(Run that back Turbo)
Baby
Sold out dates, cash every day
I got you Hermés, I light up Blu-rays
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
like my homie 'cause wasup dawg
Yeah wasup to my homie j-bird yeah ray ray kickin know what I'm sayin yeah I gotta say wasup to my homie bonez yeah
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
make things move slower
I'm never sober
Roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school
Ride it sound just like a newer motor
They're wondering
about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor
Just passing by
So hold it down
Right now
And let's go ridin
This for my home that I adore
Oh yea sweet California
With your sunshine rays
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
tempo, fast or even hyper
Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper
Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stayin' steady
In the lane, rock 'n' roll ready
I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard
You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses
The Cassius Clay of rap today
Rock a beard like Castaway
an attach coming on
Yo Ready Rock see I wanna play a game of Donkey Kong
It used to be a problem this addiction I have
I would feel the urge, then I'd go
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