Lyrics:
and meets with a sudden collision
Yo we bring it back ten times more efficient
[Oracle]
Yo yo yo yo we rock harder than jams by Vincer Carter
Using art
Splash, splash (ayy)
I rock just like Damon Dash (dash)
We 'boutta do digital dash (woo)
Hop in the whip, we go fast (skrrt)
Rocks on my wrist, they
Karl Wolf Juicy J Three 6 Mafia
It's going down
UGP
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Ooh
Hey
Ooh
Hey
Ooh
Hey
Ooh
My ear is
only handed back the Free World 'cause I was bored
This blunt is overwhelmingly large
This blunt has a pulse
This blunt looks like Ray J's dick
This
the reason? What's the reason?
Yo, I am son of the Chaos so my brothers call me Cosmic
the-hun-zu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock it
Six-foot black
《Music》
Sung By "Madonna"
Hey Mister D.J.
Put a record on
I wanna dance with my baby
Do you like to boogie-woogie
Do you like to boogie-woogie
Do you
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots
Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks
The blue baggy bender boys, that's
Drunkies
Don't stop (x6)
J-Ro:
D-are-you-N-K use to be a reason for a very nice day but hey
You can't get by, by living that way
So now I
[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... that's wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopean.
about my dollar change 50 get him spent
My blue print
Black Carter
HOV ain't want me on the ROC but I'm the hottest on the corner
A to Z I rock J's hit
this corner, MC Ryan D
And up next is 2Pacalypse
Yo I can rock it on a slow tip
Don't flip, cause I can do this
No shit, won't trip, ain't nothin'
Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhhh
[LL Cool J]
Uhh uhh
I was at rock bottom, my whole life was mo' problems
Reincarnation of a slave pickin cotton
Stress
always hot she's never cold
No diamonds rings, no finer things
No J's I rock no fancy watch
She's no Lebron
She never flops
When I'm up and when I'm down
about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor
I guess
We gonna jump till the morning
By burning all our pressure
Ah, que des galères
Y'a rien à faire gros j'ai que des galères
Heureux papa d'une
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
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 all your money in the pot
Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor
ya'll gettin' J.C. pennies
Pass dat Patron, the limes' right der. Rock with it, lean with in my nik'er
Wink my eye at cha bitch, now wishing now she
with your click
Or the Btich ass cops
Xzibits' first LP
It hit your black like crack rock
I'm blowin' up your spot by remote
Mr. Cut Throat
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
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