Lyrics:
It's Anna Greene you know what it is
All the hoes call me Peach, that's just how I live
Beats by Cap, don't it slap? I know you hear this shit
Might
Walker Red is a friend of mine He takes me through the mountains time by
time
And brings me things that'll ease my mind
What's mine is mine, what's
It seems that packing this suitcase
Has transformed my lonely face for good
It doesn't matter what we bring
Fuelled by remilistening with you
travelled by the multitude/
remember this when the cops come to fuck with you...
Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
fighting for freedom, writing
Break it down to the town
(bring it down to the town)
Got me sittin' at the table
Got the fan on us, hot
Sittin' by the stove turnin' grams into rocks
herb.
Built by the best to bust swerves, like a sharp curve.
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact.
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack
That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years
It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back
Just tell me what you wanna know
Ima show you how this thing suppose to go
Put your right foot forward boy
Show me how you gone
Rock my world like
Rock the way we moving
Rock the way we moving
Are you waiting by me
Are you undecided
Are you indecisive
I just been devising
Clock it perfect
niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
Champion gear that I rock, you get
fiends holla at me when they use it
I got shit sold, I pimp those broke ass nymphos
Got 'em suckin' dick in Pintos
I guarantee it's not a soda rock
You
This is my life
When I hop on stage they all wanna talk
One by one, they all on my jock
Stop! Don't be mad
Which one of you is coming to my pad?
team just need to back off!
Get off my block, gimmie the ball
I said it's my rock!
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin'
Y'all to bring the livestock
Throw
Glitt
Hold on
Yea
Huh
Baby
(Protocol)
Baby
Baby
Baby
Pass me the zaa zaa
Bullets connect em like wifi
Niggas Get shot when we slide by
But no we don't
Oh yeah
Come on
Woo
Huh
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like
I'm an Outlaw, give me two shots
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat
Hook
CHHK don't slay mics
We save mics bring 'em up make sure they raised right
CHHK don't slay mics
We save mics bring 'em up make sure they raised
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
of collision
Hit up and roll like a rock
Rhymes is wreckless and the flow is on top
Nobody rocks it quick no more
The beat is still brick
By brick hardcore not
who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Triangular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk
Whatever they bring in any shape form or fashion
I live to the fullest and rock rhyme with a passion
But in the meanwhile if worse comes to worst
Bust
do?
Mamacita, let's go get a room
Spanish diva, can I rock with you?
Que bonita caliente como tu
I met her in Cancun
Sippin on tequila
Layin out by
fiasco
Bright, bright, bright is the ears
All fun, game and no biz
Business, one naughty note
Rock the boat, don't rock the boat, baby
Jingle it, jingle
the ghettos happens next
To me and you?
So bring it down, bring it down
Tear it to the fucking ground
Rock every prison, courthouse, jail
And DMV
We'll
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