Lyrics:
But he'll still be standing
When the river runs again
Is the spirit in the rock?
Or pass the hat around
Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
Or a dusty
But he'll still be standing
When the river runs again
Is the spirit in the rock?
Or pass the hat around
Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
Or a dusty
fresh as me? Tell me how
They still distressin' t's on they couch
Rock band tees and bands they don't know nothin' 'bout
You heard of Iron Maiden once?
it back on these niggas Soopafly
Show em what that Eastside LBC DPG like
Do you remember Wallabies and Crocusacks
Relicts gun pellets and blue
he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk
You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
Names
sitting on a lump
He's sitting on junk you wanna pull a heist
Draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
Names arraigned, they're
the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just called it
Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga!
Staten
rockin wallaby suede
I'm always coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my niggaz not here
Locked in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and twist me when its
with this one and that one
(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red
called it
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga!
Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal
Slap me one
double hennessey
One shot to the nose, double energy
I don wallabies, fucking remember me
Guess who's back? The W embassy!
Even in the dark we
polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just called it
Yo, ayo, Pete Rock
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
I'm climbing these rocks
And the earth is a rock
Tryn'a get to the top
And you cant tell me squat
What you say I forgot
Ha
I just keep blowing by you
Verse 1 - James Pyke
Rum on the Rocks, Pykos and Rocks
Obviously we have been round the block
Fuck about buck man down at the 'dos
The nutty house
the Uz', don't move Magically Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
I'm always coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my
to this party in particular
Sipping liquor bout to take this chick to the whip
To give some dick to her
We swallow molly, Bacardi spilling on my wallaby
We got too many ways to humiliate the enemy
Blow ya fuckin head, I’m the sniper and y’all Kennedy’s
MC’s jump like wallabies over rocks and creeks
all for free
Kiss the ring expecting sovereignty
Put ya down under like a wallaby
Will he ever stop ? Yea possibly
But honestly
The animosity inside
Yo lemme spark the engine
I start a friendship with a dark intention
3 colorway wallaby Clarks wet compression
Rewind my rhymes from the ending
I get
had a vision that was given like he'd ridden a coal train
something from the old days on a sunken stone stage
a place where jazz, funk and rock bands
Drinking all the time
Partying hard like we rock stars
Dreaming about those fast cars
Sliver chains on me
Liquor down my throat
MD on my nose
Heavens never
this government something else?
I send a heartfelt shout out
To my people's who
Learn tricknowledgy, still rock Wallabys
Speak like they royalty
Educated
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