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Wonder how many bitches I can fit in his Rolls Royce
Shoot him in his neck and I fucked up his vocal chords
I ain't in the F-150, but I rock Tom Ford
my rock-n-roll with some Memphis soul, for when I'm feeling down
And the angels, they just sing along, like they're with me, on the chorus
Yeah it's
Hay lil lady how would you like to come roll wit ,
Charismatic fun attics thats fully loaded
I got a notion lemme know if you open to
Droppin in
Shake Zula, the mic ruler, the old stooler, you wanna trip, I'll bring it to ya
Spotlight, yeah, I'm on top, rock you like a car, they say, nigga,
the old school
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
on
KID from the old school
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
Yo I rather die than use soda baff
Bros no laff forget say I fly like witch craft
Fly like holy fowl carry your your chick go straff
I got a lot
I told you in the beginning diamonds were forever ya heard me
You're acting like a cubic zirconia, what the fucks wrong with you
Yeah aye, aye, this
[verse 1]
Full blown
Rap rock and roll
Whatever happened to solid gold?
Ain't like it can't and won't get sold
Sold by the same cats
Stole yo soul
Welcome back to Spark It Up Radio. I'm Mr. Fantastic, aka The Voice
Before we get into it, we gon' pay the bills. This show is brought to you by
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin
Jolly, fat, white men get paid when
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n roll band, ha
Ridin' in a Stutz
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n roll band, ha
Ridin' in a Stutz
Ray K
Gangway
Vv's shinning like sirens
Call Fire Department
I'm cold
Lets turn up the fahrenheight
After I pop this set I'm a roll up a cone
I be
than caressing scalp
Not to flex up like attire but your fire make man gold
So he can stand bold with his chest up bless up
You the rock trusting you
Aint no assumption you suck like a rat
Its way more than being the mightiest fightiest guy
Or moniest, the gunniest, or the funniest why?
Its gettin by
back to the world they think is run by laws
The world is run by men who use laws for tools
I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu
Mcs is soft
Standin' on a corner suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his corset, says to Jane
Who's in her vest
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band
Friday night's
Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his coat, and
Jane is her vest, and, me
I'm in a rock'n'roll band huh!
Ridin' in
and
Sometimes my head would hurt
But my grandma always whistled
While she worked
Now there's folk and rock'n roll
And country music all around
And that modern
fucking hoop, ayy
She rock Jordans she don't need no Jimmy Choos, ayy
She like me and what I do cause I can't lose, ayy
Smoking gas, this that shit that
with this girl named Delores, a prankster
I said I MC, she said, "You're a gangster"
But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a breakdance
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