Lyrics:
and eagles
But I'm lost and feeble wondering if this restarts the needle
Look around, do you spot Tech
In front of seventy thousand at RockFest
By the way
a thousand times
My two song repertoire
And I told my mom her oldest son was gonna be star
I bought all the Beatles records
And I tried to sound like
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
bring that up front if you want, I ain't fuckin around
Bring it on, I shut shit down
Now let me show you how to rock a beat properly
I'm cursed with
I been flying around the world
Like I got some time to kill
I don’t work no 9 to 5
Cause my hustle pay the Bills
I kiss and tell no tales
Yeah bet I
and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One
the weasel
If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles
We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles
Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle
Lay
up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle
In a jinglin' beat
That's the jingle bell rock
What a bright time
It's the right time
To rock
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Bitches clockin'
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
want a second shot at life
Spinning round the rock, running out the clock
And i'm trying to re-route, trying to re-route
Spinning around the third rock
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
it's dumb o'clock
So come on over, hit it harder, yeah it's time to rock!
Hey love, under the dark light
Dancing into midnight
Your hands trace my
it's dumb o'clock
So come on over, hit it harder, yeah it's time to rock!
Hey love, under the dark light
Dancing into midnight
Your hands trace my
don't stop
You rock to the beat till it makes you drop
Yes, I'm one of a kind, I'm Super Rhymes
And I'd like to say hello
And since I'm on the mic
pain like displasure
But close your hips in nigga you can't win
I walk around with a scowl and a grin
Parties try to rock me chicks try to clock me
solid hard git that,
Those like your blow on a boulevard knit sacks,
Just as big around as a Tylenol, hit that,
Nigga with the Yay tell him now bring
a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One
many times do I have to tell You music purists I have no Friends
You still acting up
Running around here like an old Guitar string about to get plucked
a beatle wanna rock, giving top no hands
Ticking down the clock, make them twist, she a fox,
So fine told her bae ya got me singing slow jamz
Uh, yeah she
shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
See, they acting real different when I'm at my tip-top
Bitch, stop, or the Glock click clocks
If you think you got ties
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
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