Lyrics:
And passed out at Henry J. Kaiser you see
I almost saw the Ramones
But I had too much fun and I shoulda just run
But alas it was never to be
Rock n Roll High
the code in that jack
Fuck all that faking, I rock with big facts
Moving like a silverback, be on point with that pack
I'm from the city, bump your car
of my life
Your eyes could really have the world at your feet
We’d be the double trouble you’re my double dose
I’d rock the party by your side on the tip
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that,
And they won't leave my ass alone
(Pimp C)
I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushin crack rock
Rock crack
And they won't leave my ass alone
I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushin crack rock
Rock crack sure ain't
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit
I be on some fly nigga
wit the most (Violent J)
And tonight we gonna have a little pig roast. (hehe-huh)
Top copper! It's been a long while!
Lace up your boots and come
or dead
I move with birds by the flock, instead - D.C
I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots is red
Keep pushin', I don't stop at reds, fuck a red
Punk is dead yes that's right, punk is dead
It's just another cheap product
For the consumer's head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
Schoolboy
Time is simply passin
Got me diggin dead Presidents up
Livin corrupted
So fuck it, there's forfittin'
Juss more grippin', how to trap it
No cops
today?
I'd rather be dead than turn my head away
We got a first world vision too
comfy to lift our hands in the air
and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe (of
purp
She know that I love it when she rock a mini skirt
She know that I'm loyal still she hates it when I flirt
Ride by my side
Right by my side
We make
Thankful I'm still alive but what you did to me is dead
You can act like you forgot I still
Remember the shit you said
Depression in my conscience
I forgot to have an idea on the day my night flew by
I was challenging a blind man just to look me in the eye
At the corner of the circle where we
jeans and boots ta
Move by the millions and children stay rough
But uh one for the road, til I get whetted
Try to riff and conflicts get deaded!
Gats
The lights go down and you've found yourself surrounded
Astounded by the veteran crew that you discounted
But we're back for our piece of this game
you was dead off
The planet
Can't understand it? Let me explain
All that shit you talked drove me insane
But my brain swells, my ears bleed
And all
shit that's occurrin
I don't like it
I don't like it one mother fuckin bit
Trick Daddy:
Free me
I've been captured by some
(burial)
And that's the best case scenario
I murder rappers
Rock a mask not to catch a case
Gloved up but of course can't match a trace
Career done casket
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