Lyrics:
Yeah come with the bounce
Roll it up yeah smoke by the ounce
Got the good vibes all on the house
Got an issue? Yeah I'm airing it out
Woah
20 to my
but you've got to show peace
If you want to know peace"
It was rock 'n roll street beat poetry
I said "I weep for the grief overloading me"
He said "All
song
My young homeboy heard me rap
And said he had way more freaks than that
So I told him like this: they might be freakin'
But, boy, you never had
rights will be mine
I'll make you a star, a rock star, super star
I'll make you a star, a rock star, super star
Hey Agent look I've signed that paper
Go
rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah
Yeah
I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll
rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah
Yeah
I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll
rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah
Yeah
I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll
rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah
Yeah
I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll
Tell 'em it's gonna be a rock and roll weekend.
Rock and roll weekend, rock and roll.
Check your watch it's gettin time,
Flash by the mirror, make
Ooh, Lord we're gonna rock it all tonight.
It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend
Eight o'clock's when the show begins.
Get on the phone, call up
Or he'll have a melody idea obviously
He produces everything
So he really hones in on making
Sure everything is exactly how he
Wants it to be 'Cause, when I
a siren
All this noise but nothing will happen
Hazy
In a blurry cloud of stars it's getting spacey
Mixing tropical with odd why you so shady
Hiding from
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
got Snoop Dogg, in the house tonight)
Whatchu wanna do? (with the homeboy JD)
You wanna get down? (ah get down, get down)
Whatchu wanna do? (ahh ha
play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both
And if it get good tell your nigga throw your 'bows
'Cause we are so ghetto
Yes we are rock and roll
Yes we are so ghetto
Yes we are rock and roll
rowdy, (yeah)
[Snoop:]
Fuck that man,da game is to be sold, not to be told, 1st things 1st
I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'm a roll
Ya got to get bout it
thirsty and they nodding and the be ?
They see me my actions
I cruise by in a Beemer just laughing
I let that rock and roll
I coping poppy's load
It
have no effect
Some punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck
'Cause I rock harder, and I roll farther
You want to battle Kid Rock, bitch don't bother
And expose, you know how it goes when it be gritty
When we roll is like we got the key to the city
It won't be pretty
For you to challenge, knock you off
And expose, you know how it goes when it be gritty
When we roll is like we got the key to the city
It won't be pretty
For you to challenge, knock you off
coming through like a champ at it
after the house party the boy's still trampin'
competition done it's automatic
if you got beef or want to start static
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