Lyrics:
Chorus (T-Rock):
I-I don't sleep. I just work. I'm on alert. I'm pushin' P. You keep the Perc. I've been a king before the birth. I-I don't sleep. I
thugs grave long gone, lot of my niggas' at home playin' Bone. Could they rest
in peace? My niggas sleep. Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock
Schäfchen ins Trock'ne holen
Prost! Es lebe die Partei!
Frisch und fromm und steuerfrei
Etwas Anständiges hab' ich Gott sei Dank nicht gelernt
Hielt
krass
(Wo kommt es her?) direkt aus Garten Eden
Von Gott direkt verpackt
Die Hoffnung liegt im Grünen
Ich trock'ne meine Blüten
Ich roll' mir meine Tüten
never knew it
[Hook (2X):]
[T-Rock]
This for the smokers and cheifers
She get on reefer her throat is deeper
Strait from a skeezer who stimulated
with a trunk full of gats
We posted up! We posted up nigga you know where we at
[T-Rock]
I keep my money stash in the cellar
My life is crucial more
threw my kid sister in front of a truck
My grandpa had cancer and he died of shock
When he learned that my sister died from a trock
(Ah shit) my parents
a come up
Strapped wit them thangs those who hate will get fucked up
[T-Rock]
My HCP gorillas making stance fractured skulls exploding brains
To make it
Yea I`m OG TROCK you know I do my thang
Fish scale in the sink bout to cook the whole thang
Police try to stop me cuz they know I be the brains
rymden på en gång
Tog hissen och jag tröck på nummer sju
Högst upp man kunde komma i vårat hus
Klev upp på taket jag var bara åtta år
Jag minns det väl som
Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Lord bless 'em please bless their seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down
I strike through the killing fields, dead!
T-Rock done got shot got a glock for the nigga are-tillery shop
Drop when the nigga pop and the party
I'm real just to show that blood is red
Ain't no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head
Ya'll scared
Chorus 4x
(T-Rock)
In the land
there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's
DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas
T-Rock rock that shit fo these [unverified]
My house of representatives, be
{T-Rock}
I got him running from my slugs wrath
niggas get they mugs snapped
licking shots from plastic glocks
you marinate in blood baths
ignorance
soldier
(T-Rock)
Don't never get next to me
Although platinum thuggin' is my pedigree
I calculate my weapons,to killin' is my recipe
Bless it be my
the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from
Bone]
Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
And he started flamin out of his breath
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got
Mios auf'm Konto und eine Villa in Zypern
Ja, wir machen es richtig, ja, wir machen es klüger
Ich komm in deine feuchte Mutter - und du in trock
empfängst mit Geruch
Von trock'nem Holz, von Staub und Lehm
Mit der Wärme im Sommer behaglich
Im Winter habe ich dich nie gesehen
Du bist weit und
You can have your NFL
And you can have your NBA
What I need is
Some BSG and
Some T-R-O-C-K
Someone who knows
What that means
Talk nerdy to me
my shot when a giant takes a stand
Pull out T-Rock see Goliath aim for head
Like I ain't kill a lion and a bear with my hands
Talking all that noise
Fyrverkeri, fyrverkera!
- I förrgår var
Frankrike, idag är det jag!
Fyrverkeri, hurra!
Han tröck på knappen.
Skådespelet tog fart.
Jag nödgades fråga min
gamla
bootleg yah yah
And Matt Heinkle the muthafuckin backstabba
And Heinydogg and that's shoestring
Eh, my boy T-rock is in this muthafucka
BigJ Ski, KeyJ, Joe
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