Lyrics:
Do you want to get nasty?
I dare you to undress me
Baby, let me know if you wanna roll with Hip Hop
Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a rock star
tripping, you can play it again
Don't fight the feeling, life is me
I rock shows in Nashville, Tennessee
It wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't laugh
At the good
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
like you want it
The name fits cause your all up on it...
-Too $hort-
Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll
keep rockin', the genie's out of jail
So when I say 'rock', you say 'roll'
When I say 'ice', then you say 'cold'
Then when I say 'disco', you say 'the
So we'll get right down and get you a groove
For you to dance, you got to be hot
So we'll get right down and make you rock
Now the system's
in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking
Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits
You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent
You burn up
rappers falling off by the case load
And it's rest in peace to motherfucking Bank Roll
Fresher than everybody and then some
Aye, you can't find a way boy
the pump now Leatherface, Sin runnin' thuggin' and cuttin'
Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin'
B-, if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that's
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
on the curb
We live like gangs, rich and famous
Rock star tints black, duckin' cages
Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
I just want your head, like
I saw your eyes i saw your eyes fall
You didn't wanna cry
So you kept your eyes closed
I could be great i'm on my way
If I want escape i can escape
I
a loser alcohol abuser
two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
tryin' be ghetto stars they
?
Japan, are you in the house?
Everybody, are you in the house?
Baby, baby, come on
Baby, come on, baby, come on (Bad Boy)
Oh, when you walk by every
Build my house up on the rock
Build my house up on the rock
So that it withstands the waves
Of the water that He walks
Used to reside on the sand
too long
But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm
She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats (if I let you go, no)
Get in the house off
(Baby you're a rockstar) I know who the fuck I am
Forty million records later, I am still the fucking man
I came to rock, all she wants to do is roll
Grab the wall, take it off, work it out, pretty
Then you wobble on the wall
When ya rock your body for the 504 Boyz, come on
I want 'em slim in
Space I got round to
Acted when I fee it
In how I see it
You be it if you be it
Started out in crooklyn
Butters word
Chill, chill, chill, chill,
'fore we be out
[LJ] And.. what's that black man?
New York, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
Well D.C., BANG, rock
it's all out war
So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, make you hit the floor
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out
party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of da party
(Every time I blow up)
Now go and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's
a rockstar
Jumping, jumping, jumping my rock car
Rock and roll
Me and 50 working out
(One more)
Show you what the rock stars all about
It's been a while,
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