Lyrics:
they seem.I'm just a kid from the USA.With a guitar and something to say.I'm hangin' out with Jimmy Rocketship. On a mission with a rock-n-roll
the top
Of the cliff by the sea
She played her tapes of afghan wigs
?'cause that's the rock?n?roll she digs
It was all a fantasy
And when the night
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
O.J, with blood on my gloves
I roll like young buck, homies want to hang with me
But I'm a killa on the grind livin dangerously
I'm thug pimpin, from
to rock
As the days go by, the more that we need friends
And the harder they are to find
If I could have a friend like you in my life
Then I guess I'd be
roll up, Holy Bible is the Smith and Wesson, Lion of Judah for Rugers Jesus words my Mossberg book of Ezra my Baretta, The Rock for the Glock cock back
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice,
I want to be elected,
I'm your Yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce,
I want to be elected,
Inclination for the rock 'n roll war
Under the flag of peace and law
Your native country to set it free
In the air,on land and on the sea
For
want to screw me.
Oh-wee I got the goods.
I roll with rich girls to score in the hood.
The folklore true ten inch vegetable,
The sex is
and hypocrites,
You're the reason that this monster exists.
Quick to point the finger saying who's at fault,
That rock and roll and movies operate our thoughts,
rock 'n' roll
To live in the street
Mama was a shotgun
She was a winner, but never won
We'll never own a lot
Tell you somethin', man, ain't got no
freely by the game
It's the rock 'n' roll equivalent of social standing
Look at me
I'm with them on the stage
I can see my friends they're eight rows
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come
Life is full of them
Take a look in the mirror at yourself
Believe in
cost, 'cause he walks wit a big mack
Hard rock rules, it's easy to get in two
Robbin is a hobby, forget Bobby, 'cause we gettin clue
Someway, somehow,
The Sthlm stalker goes out tonite
To have a ball and to take a life
You're gonna end up in a filthy ditch
Mutilated by that heartless bitch
She's
bitches at the same old spot
[OG Spanish Fly]
It's the vato loco who ain't no joke
Smoking and choking the indo smoke
Roll it up, light it up
Pass
Roger Creager, John Evans
I've heard stories about the 1950's.
Rock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's.
Everybody says it ain't ever gonna be
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made
protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand
A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere
somewhere that only
and dope, man, don't come for free
Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies
I turn around like a tornado
Rock it like a baby cradle
Call
Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant,
of featherweights and heavy beats on our plates
We roll into town like thunder
Commando band of stand-outs handing out propaganda
It's outlandish how small minds
my clip
And I'm off the lean with the Sprite (with the Sprite)
But I keep the xans with a fifth
Motorboat, goin' coast to coast
Rari, Rolls
cool
Before I black out (Black out black out)
Verse 1: Blakk Soul
Break it down and roll it up
Plotting on a million bucks
Til a million ain't enough
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