Lyrics:
that cold be doggin the mic
You may be good but there's no one better
We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater
Fight dirty in the pit when
now on, baby, you're my star
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
and bought myself
A rock 'n' roll guitar
I gotta be on top some day
I want to be a star
I can see my name in lights
And I can see the queue
I got
that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you make the planet rock
Call it what you want it, ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a bianc up in
dumb-ee-doo-aa
Is it true
To hear the fans scream
To stand in the lights
Is just like a dream
What a dream
To be what you are
A rock'n' roll star
To make
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
between rap, you and the rock and roll community
But unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity
Still I'm working, sawing, milling this
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
before Simmons got
Picked and rode to Philly
I ran a pick-and-roll, you feel me?
Had a team full of shooters
That moved the rock
I was ballin' outta
stepping technique
Twelve hundreds master by the Shah
He's asking me to rock
So now I'm giving him the spot
Style be the lyrics I be kicking
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
On The Mike And I Rock The House Right
I'm The Dedicated Prince, Heart of Solid Gold
Rockin To The Rhythm While I'm Bringin The Roll
A Cool Calm Peace Of Master
the type to fake it
I wouldn't try to take it
Tie your girl to the back
Of my Jeep butt naked
Slide her monkey ass down the hill
So if you don't want beef,
along
Everybody wants a bite
Don't happen overnight
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin'
live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk, females
rock car
Cus I'm a Rock Star
Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star
Jumping jumping jumping my rock car
Rock and Roll
The girls are gazing yea, it's so
I'm about to air you out
Like a car tire when the rim bent
You can't front chump
I got so many punches and bars after
This battle you gon be punch drunk
and if you’re a
Fashion designer, you look down upon a
Musician and if you a musician
You sign a deal with a corporation so
You can buy a bigger house
to kill
That's rock bottom, when you want something bad enough to steal
That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here
'Cause you mad
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
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