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Albums:

Cherry Lim Riddim (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rocka Rolla (Judas Priest) · Rocka Rolla [Bonus Track] (Judas Priest) · Rocka Rolla/Sad Wings of Destiny [Bonus Track] (Judas Priest) · Rocka Rolla (Judas Priest) · Rocka Rolla [Import] (Judas Priest) · Rock N Rolla (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Shit (Jon Cougar Concentration Camp) · Big Fat Box of Shit (Crotchduster) · The Shit Split (Blatz) – and 82 other albums »


try but it seems they can't

'Cause when they come down, they see this shit get hard
I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard
If you got it
do. . .
Smooth criminal shit baby. . . 

Half-A-Mil:
Kaiser Sosa intention
Glide in a Hummer wit the flyin' saucer engine
Willied out, at my crib
his tracks and he said,
OLD MAN: Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live with me?
I got a house with a pick-up truck
In a place across D.C.-a.
I said,
your momma hold you
Just want to be a roller, money like Tommy Matola
From slanging yoca cola, started off by moving boulders
The world is getting
my ears open eyes scoping my block
Don't rock the boat if you can't swim
Nobody may be there with the (lim) to lend
This is the end, still I can't
nigga cut, where's my shit, now you get lolli-hopped, 
By everybody on the turf, 
Oh yeah about that skrilla hell yeah that welfare check is mines
better to do it
Everybody on dat
I smell weed
I see nigga to sippin
Y'all niggas need start tippin
I'm see the Ying Yang

Some of these bitches be
bipolar
Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola
Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola
If you don't pimp her, I might like ?
I'm ridin in a big boat
never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff 
When I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear 
Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa
there's one point that I have to make
See if you ask somebody shit you gotta ask me
Cause there's too many rumors going around 
About Lil' Rob and the crowd
on a brand name
But any day it's OE over champagne
I'm talking shit for my fan's sake
I give a fuck who can't relate I'm Erick landscape
I paint
homies be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten
I'd rather die than go
never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff 
When I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear 
Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa