Lyrics:
Ayy, Hurricane
Boxie (Collipark)
Go Live Entertainment (yeah)
Polo Ground
Collipark (what up?)
You a fool for this one, baby (that's right)
pro, equipped with rhymes to go
Sully low
Rock a teflon coat like it's ten below
Controller of my destiny, live for longevity
When my life in jeopardy
Your eyes taken by the dream
That fell through you
Live a river
Crushing against the rocks
Your eyes taken by the night
That fell on you
Like
the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue
a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain
You be the blood and I be the drainin' on
Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool stone
Written, founded
Roxanne)
(My, my name is Shanté)
(Roxanne Shanté)
Thank you, thank you
This is the sure shot
I'd like to welcome
Roxanne Shanté live on stage
Give
don't like my style
So I don't give a WHAT, 'cause you bring the beef, and the Rock
All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins
Machete I
name is Betty Ford and she's an alcoholic
So here I am Rock Me Like A Hurricane
Not a Scorpion but my sting will bring your dame a lot of pain
respect, no change
No women and everybody shits on your name
People see rock stars, you know what I'm sayin'?
But you still try to get out
More like
serious
Ha (it's the Roc) yeah, yo
Let's go
Post Positano, Hov' hanging with Bono
U2 can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you, too, can cool out
So won't you be like Alpha-Beta
And tell a friend under any circumstances
I rock all your pants's
Make girlies hot, like Harlequin Romance
Make
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
Better shamone with my check then
I'm a J. Prince investment
Niggas love to talk reckless
Then see me like best
down to dust
I keep calm, carry on
Like nothing ever went wrong
That's what I'm gonna do
Laugh it off, move on
Get back where I belong
Live my life by
was born I been dying
(Yea) hundred miles an hour pulse
Flying wit my eye, an
He who fears fate lives like a coward
You go against me, you'll be
Or if they like their rock-n-roll
Where do they live, I gotta know
So I can tell 'em where to go
[Chorus]
Well I don't care anyway
They're
Riding in a Cadillac
Matter' fact
We'll pull up like the men in black
And that's a fact
You can only guess who's back
Since I started rapping
I got
I wanna walk that line a little crooked
And live my life a little on the rocks
Laughing every time I fail
Not afraid to make a fool of myself
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
as long as the music's loud
If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
strange
'm like a terratrane, I react crazy when the weather change
Then the father of a hurricane, handcuff pain
I whip tornados with iron chains
I
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
such a lot of money
Would be funny
Oh, I wish I could be like you
Rikky rock'n' roller
Today a new jet plane
Tonight it's a new hotel
You live in
in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few
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