Rock N Roll (feat. Ghostface Killah, Jim Jones and...
Raekwon
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[Chorus - Kobe] Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi You know me Have you flying in the air like you living on the pent house We on the corner serving that rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Posted on the corner with that rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll [Verse 1 - Raekwon] Willy Nelson nigga, you run flush, the crocodile hat Cowboy rap, hammer game trustee Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca Ratona, yeah With the middle name Lex, pop my llama Movies get made in HD, Mick and Jay they so three I'm a Scarface to scrape me There's nothing you could do to my real niggas Not the ones I rest my head with, my sons'll milk a piranha Two wheel scooters, the new Rugers Floating through the Beverly summer Counting ten with my shooter All of these is high power, bard dealing style my nigga Posted up, then fronting to Mr. Child Titanium hustler, switch color Most of them rich brothers'll hold they own F*ck it, and switch numbers Loved just the real shit, who killed shit? Niggas is nothing, blow a blunt, repeal shit [Chorus] [Bridge - Kobe] Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger? Yeah, better we'll blast you Now take a hit of this rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll It's some powerful shit [Verse 2 - Ghostface Killah] Everything platinum, even my baggage You want a platinum rock? Then go see Ladin He got the yellow hat, yellow Max Airs Looking like me, with a yellow back, pretty long hair Suck a dick like a rich stepping Or Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex girl stay on the check I got that Mickey baby! Little mama, I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady! Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson Know how to push a pack, you should pay homage Shit is too old, nigga feel like rhyming it Get black, white, Mexicans Make me fly like Donovan Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game I got the Pink Floyd, Ozzy all day I ain't even mention my deals nigga Because I don't want to have you freaked out over this real shit [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] Rockstar like the Red Hot Chili Peppers I can't front because Roy Drop got me feeling extra I drop the top so I can show style I got the sours on Rolling Stone I'm dropping shit on my mobile phone I never slip because I keep a fully loaded chrome And half my niggas even stay at that Before we pour liquor for the 'grateful dead' And where I'm from it's even Guns 'N' Roses And f*ck with me you need a bunch of roses And Lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin A nigga front and then we bag wrestle And you can tell them bitches feel at ease We got that white girl, nigga Cheryl E Diplomats, we the eagles We finna be grated into Beetles [Chorus] [Bridge]
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Written by: BRIAN HONEYCUTT, COREY WOODS, DANIEL TANNENBAUM, DENNIS COLES, JOSEPH JONES, KHALIL ABDUL-RAHMAN
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