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Lobster Tracks (Cylob) · One Lobster, Please (Davide Squillace) · Lobster Tracks (Cylob) · Alan Freed's Rock, Rock, Rock (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock Rock Rock (Don Lang) · Rock Rock Rock [Expanded] (The Moonglows) · Rock Rock Rock [Expanded] (The Moonglows) · Champions of Rock-n-Roll, Vol. 2: Stud Rock - Rock Me (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock, Rock, Rock (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock Rock Rock (Lionel Hampton & His Orchestra) – and 90 other albums »


the buildings
Anticipating ceremony to begin
Food provided by the neighbourhood dealers

They phrase nothing-words like “biting” and “chilling”
"Biting"
might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
Oops! I'm interrupted by
the ladies never ever front on me
Thinkin that you know the deal, boy, why don't you be for real
I love to rock the mic, and sometimes even rock the wheels
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
Oops! I'm interrupted by
want more
As time goes by 
It's either do or die 
Be the look in my eyes
Dunn i'm glad to be alive
Mobb loaded in rap
Only the strong survive living in
whaaah
Still be going dumb
Mouth full platinum bitches asking where I'm from
Diamonds just like Master P my mouth be saying "ughh"
16, 2 52's, that's
lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas

Jot down
out played, there'll be no reachin' 

Ballin' in Dirty South wit' no creases 

And all I see is more F-in' iced out Jesus pieces 

The rock over
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my B back on

Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ain't complete
'Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All
in the eye and said rappers don't die
We not gonna have an' tour, but we gon get by
So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin'
Now put the rhyme
the ladies never ever front on me
Thinkin that you know the deal, boy, why don't you be for real
I love to rock the mic, and sometimes even rock the wheels
that launches six shots and eat you harder 

[Baracus] 
We want acres of land, so we can plant our own weed crops 
52 states, we want green gaze
anyway moving on
My screen name is KJ-52 is the bomb
I want to do a website KJ rock's dot com
I really some help 'cause I can't tell my Mom
Oh by the way
lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas
Jot down
Yo, my brain deserve its own infomercial for how it thinks
You can't be saved by coppin Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks
I turn on sinks and rock to the rhythm
wisely
Sizing up the situation, keeping honies waiting
Cause I got more to do, than to be sucked dry
This tough guy, will get by, while the chickens
a TV blooper,
Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper,
Told me that I didn't have the right to bite,
I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue
of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark

After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch!

I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred
flashin from oowops blastin 

A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin 

Forever be forever great 

It's the same shit tomorrow  eulogies
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown 
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee 
Followed by the backbone VinRock 
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
make your escape
I came in shittin', wood grain grippin'
Bitches on that Cobain, cocaine sniffin'
But they just on a quest to be some rock stars
We
restaurant in town
We want caviar and lobster tails, both by candlelight and Don Perignon I said yeah right
Y'all must be crazy, and Jeff said you know
I
root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga

It's all on me now, as you can see now
I'm gon' get this money and I will not be