Lyrics:
to rap i'm ready to snap
I suffer from sciatica and chapped lips
And jock itch like a rocket in my pocket
And I need to scratch
But now I can't stop it i'm
the amount, a lot I got
More than you can hot
I'm rockin' the spot so now they jock
Come, come and get dropped
2Pac ain't trying to hear it
I can swing it
I'll be around while you heading towards death town
Always look forward hardly never look back
So many tears and the snakes on my jock
Now I'm riding
jocks created hip hop, check it out!
Queens, ya out there?
No doubt
Manhattan?
No doubt
New York City, Staten Island
New York, New York, Long
Just passed out dead, I'm in between a big jock
And a sweaty skinhead but I love you
Whatever that means, but I don't wanna talk
To you, cause I know
Whoo woo
Whoo woo
They call me Shotgun Bobby, rock the young hotties
Jock the John Gottis, sock the paparazzi
Real life Fonzie, I roll like Yahtzee
Stop thinkin' people's on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody
of intimidation (I was separate) I plea for peace
They'll find you (running hiding)
Way down inside you
And I plea for peace
Certain jocks sought control instead
Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped
So many girls on my jock, I think my phone is tapped
I'm bad
Cool J
Cool J (yeah)
Cool J
Cool
Buz gibi bilek lights out
Freeze don bekliyo bu block
Broke broke b- broke
Dolmuyo dersen sana yok
Im a jock p** Jock on a bi***
Purplehaze çek kafa
seekin'?
The syncopated rhymes are at their peak
When you jumped on my D.I.c.k.
That's the one thing that I don't play
The jock strap was to big for you
Worst hi smooth mi a hammer like a big rock
Even if hi hairy like a pig back
Mi a hi-wi-hi-wi like a Disc Jock
Kaninights gyal dem have di ting lock
I'm on my jock shit
My pockets be lifting, they brolic (Sheesh!)
Can't fuck with the opp shit
Talkin' too hot we gon' crop him (Yea)
Gang in this
Yeah, ich hab' das, was irgend so ein Jock-Nigga nich' hat
Sicher ist, dass man paar Checks immer mit hat
Hustle, denn weil das nicht bockt, wenn
wherever the ride stop
The girls flock, and all the homies jock, sock
Bustas makin' smart remarks, I'm quick to bust ya
Never worry about my back, because
(Kool Keith)
Well I'm first to rock, Moe Luv's the disc jock
By my side and wit the mix
?Clyde? scratches, mathces, all cuts combine
The faster
can ride with me
Hop-hop-hop the five quickly down the block
Stay sucka-free and shake the busters off your jock
You gotta have heart, son, if you
can ride with me
Hop-hop-hop the five quickly down the block
Stay sucka-free and shake the busters off your jock
You gotta have heart, son, if you
Snakes always wanna ride your jock and place
Their behinds in your face dispossess your space
In my dreams I see a picture of your face
Life is too
If You Hate Em' It's Because Me Got Ya Girl On My Jock Right Now!
Try And Critize My Style,
Nigga Try And Buy My Style,
Pricless, Like Life Is, No
and have the bitches flockin' his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
But since the Pizzound formed we been whippin' people's ass
And everybody
Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
'Cause I make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's deaf
cat-call
Football jocks with their jaws on the floor
"Hey little lady, I don't know about them jockers"
Is what I wrote in a note on her locker
Not much
me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way
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