Lyrics:
The forty five for you niggas with nine lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
Black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the pothole
My place
anesthesia
But ain't no reason to stop, we making fresh new hip-hop
We got the groove to make the party rock, like it or not
With the crew backed by Stew,
Little Girl
Lyrics by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP)
Music by Glen Perdew (BMI)
Verse (Female)
Daddy why do birds
Fly so high in the sky?
Why do
dream
Produced by Udo Niebergall & Eric Sneo for Beatdisaster Records
Remixed by Cheeky U.K.
Vocals by Bruce Lacy, Michelle Stanley, James Walls, Maloy
lattes, the rosees
My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Children of all ages, I pack metal like
Mother Is...
Eric Draven Interlude
“Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of children do you understand? Morphine is bad for, Your
My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can
can help the process or whateva
I can line you up with Half, probably get you in some videos
My n***a Eric said he working on a tv show
Talk that talk
Grab My Gun
Music and lyrics by: Eric Spahn
I ain't gotta choice
Gonna grab my gun
It wasn't made for killin men
But it'l get the job done
No since
brother you could never get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav
And crackin em up with the word of the wise
I be
Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real
Fuck you blood-sucking parasites
I'm bringing the terror right in front of your parents' sight
[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there
by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man"
yet
I carry my cross with perfect steps
Put ya'll on my back
And never once have popped no Percocet
Eric at your service, baby - what you know 'bout
bleeding first
Meet them where they speakin'
Do not leave with you, a heathen first
Be the person that they need so they can see that Jesus works
He can
they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh nigga that's all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you
like a Pokémon, let me peek at ch- let me not (hey)
Let me be ya rock (hey)
With you at the top (hey)
Key to ya lock (hey)
Makeup or not
You a baddie
Brooklyn trains painted with graffiti juice
Got fiends on the block laid out by rock
Then Coogi wearing foos rob and mugging for shoes
DJ's everywhere
Cease (uh huh)
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock the (what?), Versace and linen (uh)
While you spot me grinnin' with a bunch
and rocks and things that's norm
Malleable ductile metal on many levels
Get you shot for a Flintstone, killed for a pebble
Lieutenants and Generals move with
and rocks and things that's norm
Malleable ductile metal on many levels
Get you shot for a Flintstone, killed for a pebble
Lieutenants and Generals move with
in again
Buck-buck, my rhythm be knockin at the do'
Mi stamina rock, mi stamina rock, bloodclot, I do not know
Why they judge me by one rap and say too
[Interlude - Mr. Porter]
Now ohh
N-N-Now ohhN-N-Now ohh
N-N-Now ohh, nana
[Royce Da 5'9" - talking over Interlude]
You are now dealin with the biggest
a gluttonous display of
Endless human stupidity
When it comes down to who's to blame for
The high school murders
In Littleton, Colorado
Throw a rock and you
Discuss these rock with you interlude by eric roberson Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In