Lyrics:
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
Trini, come on, scratch it up
Yeah, lets do it
To the beat, uh
Campi, come on, let me hear you rock the house
That's not Campi who rocks the house
the house
Get get get get on the floor
Get on the floor,
D E E P G come on rock the house everyone
Get get get get on the floor
Hey baby you are moonlight,
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
Here we go yo, here we go nah
Somebody in tha house you got dance all night!
Rock on, rock on! And you don't stop!
All tha fellas c'mon! (Rock on!!)
Yes
This that shit that make a nigga wanna bop, nigga wanna rock, nigga wanna bop
This that shit that make a nigga wanna bop, nigga wanna rock, nigga
this house
And with the rocks I cry out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless
I used to rock rough rhymes alone to the break of dawn
A lonely rider on the storm I was a fighter by a microphone
A bonebreaker verbal acrobatics
what what
What, what, what what
I'm gonna rock some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up, this is
all these junkies came from
Long way red monkey
Used to rock them red monkeys in
The Trap House had that skunky
Niggas on the block and I'm
Getting
on the curve
By the waffle house
Damn now
They see Peso
He aint playing now
Same bitch used to curve me Wanna slurp me
I got bands now
They think that they hurt
a lick, on a house nigga
Hell nah I ain't stuntin' you stank hoes
Street, yeah R.I.P. Bankroll
I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big
One thing I have asked from the LORD, that I shall seek: That I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, To behold the beauty
My Lord's a Rock, in times of trouble
He's like no other could ever be
My Lord's a Rock, in times of trouble
He's always there to stand by me
He
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in
Christ is my firm foundation
The rock on which I stand
When everything around me is shaken
I've never been more glad
That I put my faith in Jesus
Zumba (zumba)
Zumba (zumba)
Zu-zumba (zumba)
Zu-zumba (zu-zumba)
Zu-zumba (zu-zumba)
DY
I see you stare
Which looking at by, he lives with
right back
When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack
I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
I'm keepin my rocks in the house
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by
But it's always rocks and beer bottles they throw
At first they're excited to see a talking goat
They
n****s hit with crack box
Yeah, cause we crack the pots on top Yeah, we gon' back to be body rock
Ah, throwing stones in my glass house Woah, I smoke
was no tomorrow (no tomorrow, come on)
Left his boys in the House of Pain (in the House of Pain)
It was the wisest decision he ever made (ever made)
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