Lyrics:
Or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gunna fuck some hoes after I rock this place
Superfly living doublewide
Side car
Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller
Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller
me.
All the lollipop girls we rock the pole, doing all the tricks, strong and flexible
All the lollipop girls we run this place, winning our own race,
the “Rock'N'Rose” life,
That's the Rock'N'Rose Life
I would only pray for music
cnd for being loved by a male like me
,
By a male like me
!
I knew I could have
on you then shake your hand, damn that's that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that's that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time
Switch it up how I do make it that's law
Living in the cut cracking legs and the claws
Put my rich name by a dollar sign, clause
In my hand is a gift, yeah
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
Motivation
by playing rock n roll and I'm alive
I ve never been on Holidays
Cause I need no other Place to stay
Well Just on Stage I lose my Soul
And I lost
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
Yeah, yeah,
I was just another child going wild in the city
Just getting by on a dream
I was thinking that was gonna be so pretty, it was pretty
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
mainstreet if you plan on shopping
I wanna get you tipsy
Lewwe gone by Betsy's
Show you round' Rock city
Fall in love with a, with a West Indian
It get a jam
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
with it
… I probably wouldn't have ever gotten away with it
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
I remember when rock was young
Me and Susie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy, and a place of my own
But
I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But
Put ‘em where my eyes can see
What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
Bitch quit playing put your hands up
the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes (uh)
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back
hands
So I took the front lines
And left the backspaces
Looked into your eyes
And saw all the places
Where I want to go
And who I wanna be
If you'd follow
the place up let's praise Him
Put your hands up in the air let's praise Him
Show up show up let's praise Him
Come around come around let's praise Him
Turn
'The Cloud Nine Bar and Grill'
We walked through the door and the place was jammed
The lights were low, they had a punk rock band
And some orange
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