Lyrics:
able to top on "My Name Is"
And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation
To cop me rotation at rock-n-roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
neck ligaments and punctured ears
We put it down with the flow too when you roll through
With us up in your deck it bump like its supposed, to
Yeah, you
like my shit undercova
Cause I'mma Hustla, gettin mine by any means
Don't be supprised, I ain't quiet bout where the green
I like, I need, so that's how
the trouble
Guns & rose petals, rock & roll heavy metal
Country ghetto, pull up on a horse
Got damn, I meant a Porsche
AWOL, don't show for court
Damn, that's
platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic
No static shit with the radio and watch em add it
Hoo Bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn
What's your
show's nothing less, you're looking long
She's like sunshine ray, you're strong baby
I connected with her brown eyes, connected with the way she openly
Dumb-dumb, da-da-da-da-dumb, dumb-dumb
Dumb-dumb dumb-dumb, da-da-da-da-dumb, dumb-dumb
On the latest roll with my boy Z-Ro here
Z-Ro you ready
it's
Like I'm surrounded by death
So many sneezing games
Cause I've been killin my chest
I've hit rock bottom
But I keep doin' my best
So I'mma roll with
ways to shine like sun's rays
So do what we do to get through the last days (the last days)
[Clocka (Sweetleaf)]
Try to listen to the science
to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that
hoes go cold when the bullets go bang
Bitch I rock that shit like I got no title
Got no kids and I got no child
Cock that bitch hear pop go wild
Like
the fuck's that
You don't know? You don't know
Hold it. Hold it
We don't work well with others
We don't pass the rock
I gotta take the last shot
Get your sad
you about appropriation. Seen on us it's ugly, and on others, it is praised
Like: “Corn Rolls are thuggish, but I love those Boxer Braids” There
like that y'all
Cruisin' down the street in my jett-black Volvo
Rockin' to the radio playin' [song name]
Heads all turn as I drive by
As I wave
mixing a bottle of whiskey
We sound like a radio, I buy the beer
She call the shots, pouring the sexy, right on the rocks
Mom, I told you gon' be okay,
all of they soldiers
(yeah)
You know what I told ya, blow for blow
Body built like a bolder Rock solid
Ain't no knocking 3 over (Nah)
Ain't no walking
to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in
to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in
to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in
to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in
Rock n'
Roll Hall of FameEven though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
worked my craft like a slave but I just found out that rock & roll is passé. So I hawked my guitar and I picked up a Mac, put 8 bars on a loop and called
cordless
Like some kind of Octopus Quadruple Accordion Chorus
Tried hard to defend and make myself big
Always told to retreat and roll into a ball
Strides
in a position
To meet Run D.M.c., and induct them
Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in
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