Lyrics:
and example
Of a greed that will destroy
Dear Margaret I beg of you
Don't you like Rock 'n' Roll
Dear Margaret gonna tell on you
I like your wiggle when
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
What up y'all?
This Jed Thumpman
Let me tell y'all a little story
About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze
Now everytime we roll up a joint
remained and the other one did not
So let's built our house on solid ground on a rock
Where we can live and love till death do us part
Leaning on each
mean I'm just tryin' to find a cudi buddy, but not doin' this just so I can try to slide in
Your body's bangin' harder than the rock that hit Able, out
comfort rate to contemplate & concentrate
On criticizing reasons why Eric Garner would suffocate
Fighting racial tensions 'causing Ferguson scenarios
That
off them Glocks
Protection from the OG just for moving his rock
Ain't no protection you caught by the Feds or your opps
Woop, woop, woop, woop (Gun
the pickups are parked out in front of a cafe that don't need a name
Where the old men rock as the tumbleweeds roll
Pass the boarded up windows down Main
and lived in tears
Our culture been getting killed by racist yo what's the deal
But we still here
Yeah Yeah
But we still here
Yep Yep
BLACK LIVES ROLL CALL
that brooklyn shit
It's the day
Yeah we gonna da that shit
We gonna give it to them in style right'
Yeah yeah
China, who we rock one for
Who we rock
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at.
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by
call it ah drive by
Roll the window up park up and hot box
They don't want problems on Opp block
We don't pull up on niggas we top opps (Like)
(We don't
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Just Do It, (just do it), just do it
(Live long, stay strong, just do it)
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I get attacked by a wack marine rap machine
Or some
Just Do It, (just do it), just do it
(Live long, stay strong, just do it)
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I get attacked by a wack marine rap machine
Or some
and play, but now it's dangerous
Black kids playing ball in the street, and having fun
But Karen doesn't like it, so she dials 911
Now the cops roll by
thoughts I can live without
Strange thoughts
In my head
Strange thots
Giving head
Weed em out
Never needed help
Look at what I did
Bitch I got it by myself
could tell
The city was live - respected on the map
Until one day when you posse attacked
Violence started, there was corruption
The end result - b-boy
It's Like That Cuz Yeshuwa Made It
Got the feeling right, let's get hype tonight
When the full moon's out, I roll the dice
If we rolling, let's roll
live they shits pop
Hey, hey, tick tock, this is for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tick tock from this hip
the fruits of this tree
is what we will see
live what you preach keep your spirit free
from the thorns and the weeds
no fuzz, no buzz, back
to rock'n'roll
documented by the rock
Yeah, I hope you watched, let's talk about
What Betty did, she saw X die
We saw X die, how Betty did
Now when I exit, for the baby
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