Lyrics:
baby, when I rock and roll
Me and my guys, we flow like the river
Chat loose, get one in your liver
Or maybe your intestine
I got love for my gang,
Across the street from the
Kensington Market in London
"Peaches En Regalia" That's one of six
Rock 'n roll concertos from an
Album called Hot Rats hot
the heartburn
What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock
and thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock
Rock the disco
Chocolate on a Crisco ho ?
Cock
out, shake bake and rattle n roll
Dance to the jazzy rhymes of the Great Peso
Comin out like a winner from the startin gate
Endin up like a champ you
nightmare out of control
Monster rider says Go! Go! Go!
It’s a Hotrod Heartbreak Hell
It’s a Rock N Roll Heartbreak Hell
Oh Johnny’s got a skull of fire
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
a mental case
And start throwin' left hooks at your face
I won't mix no rap with rock-n-roll
Like somebody else I know
Bitch boy, you can suck my sack
We can do it all night so then all day
I'll be running through your mind like Black Caviar
You'll like this brand of hot chocolate
'Cause I'm packing
touch money so she call us Gang Green
Hot boy stay true like stitching in my jeans
Im flyer than a bird selling birds by the wing
All the money all
mojo
And yes i'm with the bro-bros, my shit is hot to a chocolate
While your shit is so-so, I don't flock with you birds i tend to fly solo
I just rock
to the beat that keeps you in control
I get straight to the point without delivering the bull
I eat the Cap'n Crunch until my belly is full
Buy rock gum balls
copy me
Your rock 'n' roll shit is hella played out
You get no hoes, look like Smash Mouth
You play Smash Bros, bro you're 30
Smoking hella weed, got me
boys
Na tacy po koncercie jeszcze coś
Rocka gwiazdy, zrozum wreszcie to
Przecież wiesz
Że hip hop to nowy rock'n'roll
Słucham historii tych ciot z tej
With his princess watching Elsa
Then throw his three's up
There's nothing more you could tell him
I made white rock roll i'm thinking
That i am Elvis
The names scotch
Like you niggas
Didn't know
I got a stomach
Full of liquor
And a nose full of blow
I spite fire
But mostly listen
To rock-n-roll
I known for
go (oh, oh)
Nigga, I rock, I roll, finger on the trigger, my Glock, my pole (yeah)
I got some hittas, got work for the low
These niggas bitter like
the way you gotta be
You want to roll with me
We can go on 'n on 'n on so
Give it up
And let me love you common now
Give it up
I'll give it
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
We're leaving with nothing, you got it?
It's gonna feel like a kick in the head
This is my chance, my shot, let's go
Headed for the rock n' roll El Dorado
stuck rocks be hard
I pave my own way hot as tar rocking with stars
Yo I don't even know where to go from here
My souls prepared to glow like a solar
Like a liquor face
Shouting say it all the time
How she get her way
I'm boasting said the shit is mine
Make you feel a way
Roll it it's smoking every
streets
Stick tips holes in get left wet soaking just like a fucking freak
My shit rock n roll all my Bros moving rocks they roll
Still got that act and I
rock 'n' roll
To live in the street
Mama was a shotgun
She was a winner, but never won
We'll never own a lot
Tell you somethin', man, ain't got no
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