Lyrics:
round whip fill of Os
Boston George I'm selling blow
Middle man bricks for the low
My bitch say i do the most
That's because i do the most
This glick
touched mine
She said, "I wanna rock & roll
Wanna hoochie coo
Shake that thing
Baby, love me do"
The woman's got a walk to make a man cry
Throw
of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit ain't nothin man
on the road darlin
You gotta pay the toll to Rock N Roll
Its true it is a grind
Living your dream night by night
Staying clear of the 9" to 5 babe
Rock'n out
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
some? Come and get some, boys
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin' George Zimmerman in
Ay
They say you da man (You da man)
But who da man behind da man
Bouncing to the jam
But I bet they don't know who I am
I'm like who da man (Who)
can't judge a man by looking at the marque
Hail hail rock 'n' roll, comes from are 'n' be and soul
Don't leave me standing in the cold
I used to fake 'I
for me
that crazy ideology
That says playin' that rock'n'roll
is just a young man's game
Now if you're playin' in a collesium
or in a smoky old club
be Boy George
Well, by George, I think he's got it
The Georgia Dome will fill
On my latest project
Cause the Georges on my bills
Prove we the hottest
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
But not because of our own strength
We're saved because H is mercy has no end
And by the washing and regeneration of our spirit
We become renewed
By
Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your body dropped
Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your body dropped
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the bells so very well cause that's the name of this jam
Rock the bells
Some girl's will like this jam and some girls
on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the bells so very well cause that's the name of this jam
Rock the bells
Some girl's will like this jam and some girls
(Got the beat by powers and we just made a banger)
Okay
Bitch, I rock, roll, then cock, blow (okay)
Off my socks, hoes, I get them bitches wet
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't
honky tonk
It rocks on Friday nights
And hell yes, I love my truck
But I want you to know
Honey, I love your love the most
Man, I love how Redman
matter?
Roll with the checks, roll with the cliques
Still got left with these fuckin scammers ( ay )
If they wanna know whats interesting
Check dem man
rain let it rock ya fall
Don't non come from top, But birds and ball
I'm grateful for the man that gave it all
But I rock my world and I thank the man
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