Rock N Roll
(Huh) my grandmomma was raised on a reservation (Huh) my great-grandmama was, from a plantation They sang, songs for inspiration They sang, songs for relaxation They sang, songs, to take their minds up off that Fucked up situation I am, yes I am, the descendant (yes yes) Of those folks whose, backs got broke Who, fell down inside the gun smoke (black people!) chains on their ankles and feet I am descendants, of the builders of your street (Black people!) tenders to your cotton money I am hip-hop "It's heavy metal for the black people" I am rock and roll (rock and roll, rock'n'roll) Been here forever They just ain't let you know (ha!) I said, elvis presley ain't got no soul (huh) Chuck berry is rock and roll (damn right) You may dig on the rolling stones But they ain't come up with that style on they own (uh-uh) Elvis presley ain't got no soul (hell naw) Little richard is rock and roll (damn right) You may dig on the rolling stones But they ain't come up with that shit on they own (nah-ah) Guess that's just the way shit goes You steal my clothes and try to say they yours (yes they do) Cause it's a show filled with pimps and hoes Trying to take everything that you made or control (there they go) Elvis presley ain't got no soul Bo diddley is rock and roll (damn right) You may dig on the rolling stones But they ain't the first place the credit belongs Say whoa-oh (don't take it) Oh-we-oh (black music) Whoa-oh (don't take it) Oh-we-oh (black music) Whoa-oh (jimi hendrix say) Oh-we-oh (black music) Whoa-oh (albert king and) Oh-we-oh (and motown) I ain't trying to diss But I don't be trying to fuck with limp bizkit ("the fuck is on your mind?") When I get down in my zone I be rockin bad brains and fishbone I ain't tryin to slow your groove But that ain't the way I'm trying to move I don't turn on korn to get it on; I be playing jimi hendrix 'til the dawn That's my word is bond Sitting up on my front lawn Got the volume turned to ten Playing albert king the best again (black) When the morning in the cooker Got to turn on some john lee hooker When I want some rock and roll Go to otis redding to get some soul Say, james brown got plenty of soul James brown like to rock and roll He can do all the shit fo' sho' That elvis presley could never know (black people) Said, kenny g ain't got no soul John coltrane is rock and roll (uh-huh) You may dig on the rolling stones But they could never ever rock like nina simone Say whoa-oh (don't take it) Oh-wee-oh (black music) Whoa-oh (don't take it) Oh-we-oh (black music) Whoa-oh (don't take it) Oh-we-oh (black music) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Who am I, huh! Get your punk ass up Elvis presley ain't got no soul Jimi hendrix is rock and roll You may dig on the rolling stones But everything they did they stole Elvis presley ain't got no soul Bo diddley is rock and roll You may dig on the rolling stones But we send their punk ass home Who am I? (rock and roll) Say, rock and roll! Who am I? rock and roll! Get your punk ass up Company, move For harlem, fort greene, compton East st. louis, detroit (bo bo) Chicago (bo bo) bed-stuy (bo bo) Flatbush (bo bo) brownsville (bo bo) East new york (bo bo) newark new jersey (bo bo) Illadelphia cincinatti atlanta the dirty south All towns get your punk ass up! "Rock and roll for the black people" Hi ma
Written by: REGGIE NOBLE, CLIFFORD SMITH, ANTHONY SHAWN CRISS, JOSEPH B. GRIFFIN, KEITH WATTS
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