Lyrics:
come about
For those about to rock we all salute you
For them about to die we say our prayers
Now c'mon now with it whiskey might elude you
And fool you
what ya got
Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said 1-2-3-4
Tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
If you speak up for em
Then yo career disappear with his
Southern nigga don't dance
We be sagging our pants
So low you could see our boxers mayne
pussy's hearin this, salute the color changin pyramid
Other boys is trouble, other boys is gimmicks kid
If you speak up for em, then yo career disappear
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
acting like we rap
This the circle that'll murk you, blackout, short circuit
Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit
This here reserved for
up
Stay prayed up
Lord here me can you save us
When youngin hit the block
I salute him
He got his weight up
So much on my mind it got me staring
That's when my heart turned cold
I'm a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Add soda to turn the product into rock
It's in
the ones we really care about know that we love 'em
As day comes and night falls
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go
Tell what you wanna do, we can get it done
A hustler's wife my momma knew what could become her son
My nigga facing 20 beat it and he never sung
Kept
We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean?
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Queens Day, cash
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
the haze power forward
20s have a niggas floatin like
He in the water
Sure ya, we got bundles for a Goya
A bean my nigga, if you need I get it for ya
This
for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go a little somethin' like this
Lodi Dodi, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother
for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go a little somethin' like this
Lodi Dodi, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother
County
Miami 305, big Tigger, salute
I know you did it last year
But this one is another one
We keep it hype, never calm
Green carpet flow at the BET hip
enough for you to be in the know
Know we salute to the experience
We were the loud ones with quiet souls
Intentions well and good but buried
make disappear
And this flow is hypnotic, these class a narcotics, you pop up the bottle
Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit
Prozak
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
outside)
And to my niggas on the block
On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
outside)
And to my niggas on the block
On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
out
Rock, it's what we're all about
It's what we live for
Come on shout it out
Well, let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear
The rock we
Come on rock rock on
Come on
Townships who we are
We overcame so far
Young black superstars
Went from toy jeans to expensive cars
Changing life by
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