Lyrics:
Clipped in and I’m cockin drive-by stalkin
Fuck that car! I’m still walkin
("Buddy boy") don’t fuck with the
"The niggas, the jews, the niggas, the jews"
rule
Glory glory glory in the church of rock and roll
Glory glory glory Jesus is a headbanger on a cross
Make full confession of your vicious sins
that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas, what?
It ain't
crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by
baby, you're my fire
Warm and wet each kiss is prolonged
This sweet caress that makes Rock T strong
Just being with you and seeing the two of us
range gone slide when its cold
Lets Rock & Roll
I aint got time for petty shit
Fucking a dime in Giuseppe
Im high and im ready
I lay that bitch down, hold
the goddess that he worship
And my body is the church, yeah
I’m the goddess that he worship
Every damn day, at my service
R-Y-L-Zero
I’m a rock angel
Getting
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
('Sace)
I told her
"Let me put that lacefront in a leglock"
(Well, damn) she got that water balloon
Suck it 'til your head pop (Drip)
I'm the sugardaddy Wop
the ground
And if I were rock 'n' roll
I'd be a middle finger in your face
If I were a lost soul
I'd be in church more than just Sundays
And if for some
to explain
My mind's been in reverse
But now I think back
When nobody cared
And you was there
Just to roll by your man
And came back
Even know
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
to church
Letters of Paul? You better call him Saul like Bob Odenkirk
Old school - a good old boy with a new message
Money trees wilt - I'm here to teach
This is goin' out
To the whole wide Westside
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Break it down for me
Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on
I was just a young boy
In a laid back Chevy
Riding on the levy
She's a mountain by his side
He hug dem curves
And damn, he learns
How to hold on for his life
By a blood
heads out there can't see our flow
[Starang] Starang and Rock always represent the dreads and fros
[Rock]
Starang Wondah, pass me a large order of that
Die slow
Now shake, bounce, toss that ass like rover
Rock the boat, don't tip the boat over
All these house tryna play that roll
But I wrote the script
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
make the head nod
Look at the bash slash back I kick the abstract
Make brothers say "Damn, that rap's fat," recline that ass back
A smack-back
known that I don't play
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess
back, I gotta wreck track
I got a rep for breakin' necks, I get respect black
(Damn damn!) Darryl Mack, you're all of that
They pray they can save
"Damn, has it been that long? (Haha)
Say what happened since I been gone, homie?
Y'all got the game all wrong man, it's too pretty in here (hmm)
Damn, has it been that long? (Haha)
Say what happened since I been gone, homie?
Y'all got the game all wrong man, it's too pretty in here (hmm)
wit niggas that's the same, roll around witta gang
Rollin to school my bang, bang, hang out
I'm sellin dope to strung-out fiends who always kept green
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