Lyrics:
alright, we give it room to breathe.
Time crawls by and time's real sly,
but you can keep time with me.
Rock 'n roll music is the true religion.
Never
an uptown lawyer
Danny, he's a medicine man
And me, I'm just the singer
In a long haired rock and roll band
Through the years and miles between us
It's
gave, the world I saved
This is the hated and ungrateful tool that's raised
Not to be cool, I rock and rule
I'm crowned with a jewel cause I'm down
And like want to be from the country and everything like that
You know, like really like the south is like
It's cool to be from the South right about now
to you!
Oh, man, this is really living
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
'Cause let me tell you something little britches
and fries
And you can pass me a lettuce. I'm a pass it by
(Kool Rock Ski): So keep shoveling, (Ha!) onto my plate
Give me some sweets and lots of cake
(Prince
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
the world turn twice
[Mr.Ness]
And I'm Mr.Ness, that rock the best
And I'm ready to rock at your request
Go on, go on with your best
Raheim is gonna do
despair,
Or is it me?
The one that's wrong?
You see it in the sea,
River cools where I belong,
In my Mersey paradise
As I stare an oil wheel comes
the cool-ass rhymes
The cool-ass rhymes, some cool-ass rhymes
Some cool-ass rhymes
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
My job is to mainly hypnotize
I'm a take over
despair,
Or is it me?
The one that's wrong?
You see it in the sea,
River cools where I belong,
In my Mersey paradise
As I stare an oil wheel comes
the stars go
Write your name on the fogged up window
Throw your feet on the dash, girl you know I'm cool with that
And it's Tom Petty Free Fall by midnight
get the show on get paid
(And all that glitters is gold)
Only shooting stars break the mold
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're
to bypass Rock Hill
We never was a minute late
We were ninty miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We had motor trouble that
Turned
someday you'll be a man
You'll be the leader of a really cool band
Many people coming from a-miles around
To hear you get it on when the sun goes down
the floor
Old songs make it sound so cool
To be a half-drunk heartbroke fool
When that fool is you, it's not
And the only way this heartache
Is like
him
Rider squad goin on a rampage, 700 Block kill niggas, madman (murk)
We gotta fill up this pain, it ain't no comparing what made niggas feel (700
You see her sitting with her coffee and her paper
With her high top sneakers of Italian design
With a long cool stare she aggravates the tension
Sunset's fadin' to a dark sky
Supposed to be in the 80's all night
Stay hot, never cool off
Ya ain't gotta put on much baby
A t-shirt and cut
Two blue steel trains run through the tunnels of your cool blue steel eyes
Vernon
Rock quarry
The vastness of which has nothing on your beautiful
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
Stranger I know where you'll find her
Down the road from here about a mile and a quarter.
You'll know the place by a shackey barn
That stands in
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
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