Lyrics:
that makes me think I am wrong
I need focus, no hocus pocus
I'm gonna throw my freaking phone in the ocean
Who's sorry? I'm not sorry
(Who's sorry?
Trini, come on, scratch it up
Yeah, lets do it
To the beat, uh
Campi, come on, let me hear you rock the house
That's not Campi who rocks the house
If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in
In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot
you can find Billy Boy rollin' down your block
bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the
Ones that put you on let's change the topic
Who's your favorite
down to filter, smoke the filter down to space
Now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face
Now if you were to alter masks
masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped
in 87 i knew who I was by 89 Yeah
Mr. Sock it to your baby mom
Say she want to sniff it off the dick Oo thats her favorite line Choking in the name
for a hundred thousand years
"The rock is gonna fall on us." He told the magistrates
"I believe that we can stop it but the time is getting late
You
Bally on, if you carry on, you're gonna find out why
I'm not in jail but I'm right outside
Gets bagged inside and it flys outside
If they talking
Say less, blew him
In the west, I'm rim
Want some, they come
Who's first lads? One by one
Tell me how many times you dogs got, got
We took
the beat)
And there were writers in the past
Who I bet if you asked
Would say graffiti cannot last
But they crossed that rail and
They blazed that trail
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
imagining all stars over bottom
Didn't see all the ways
How to get out of the problem
When you hit rock bottom who's gonna follow you to the hell and back?
to hold their ground
Then the young girl cried you cowards but the Lynch mob searched ahead
Dragged young Billy from that jail and soon the kid was dead
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
a swipe at me, I'm coming straight at you
Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of Wisconsin
That's nutbag that I'm talking, who
fuck your hairline up!
Barber school, see I got haters by the carpool
They say I changed, that's because I got a jar full
You primates, monkey ass,
and the b.u.l.l.d.o.g.s.
Yo whole rock this, look
Yo brown is my complexion, I got that electric connection
Now who needs some protection?
We rocking hip-hop, come in
We're gonna rock
We're gonna rock
We're gonna rock
We're gonna rock
Well, I can't help it
I am who I am
And you can't help it
So let's rock
You can
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
Yo, yo bust thissssssss! Yo white boy don`t you got a shadow?
away, so gracefully, the righteous got the best of me
I found the key, a recipe, don't mess with me, I rest in peace Bought a coffin by the ocean, sent
Deep into your Ocean
(Yaaaaaaa)
Love you with devotion
You know, yea
Woah-hoah
Baby, can I dive into your Ocean?
You know, that I'm gonna leave you
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
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