Lyrics:
rock rock on
You don't stop
Def Jam rock rock on
Da da da da def jam
Jahahahaham def jam rock on
Spell it baby
Its the D iza E the F the J
rock on
Da da da da def jam
Jahahahaham def jam rock on
Spell it baby
Its the D iza E the F the J the A the M
Def Jam
Biz Mark rock the house
Biz
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought
men
Look, mind state of a gangster from the 40's
Meet the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
Turn crack rock into a chain of 40/40's
Sorry my
[Chorus x2]
Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored (x2)
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2)
Uh, I used to rock a double X L
Now
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
Money I was playin' on a PlayStation
Ride by waving at you haters
Holla at ya
See ya later alligator
Skin cold world bustin'
Cowards curtain
You
to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
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
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
B-boys, b-girls, ready to what
Breaking and shaking when we doing our ish
J-rock from the Beat Junkies ready to mix
'Cuz they cutting up the wax for
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, Kay Gee the great one (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock
comme ça qu'on le fait
By the way j'suis dans un conte de fée
Rhythm'n'Blues j'ai pris le contre-pied
No Futur et j'agis comme un punk
Nouvelle Vague j
and Tim, me and him
We rocks out, oh you p do that
No shoes, just some socks out
Relaxing in the club, DJ'ing
Playbacking, everything that I do
They don't
[j.d.]
Come on, come on, come on
I wanna hear that shit bump, bump
You know what I'm sayin'
Who ya know with the big cash flow
Beats hotter than
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
Me and the white girl just eloped (hah)
Same day,
icey, like michelay ninety
So contagious, call me J Isley
'Bout to take the fuck off travel at light speed
Row
Ok, row your boat, don't rock it
Yeah Ion rock J's
I put my bitch designer in some box braids
Dey know I can't trim like a box fade
I done got her out her hoe phase
I rock designer
a goofy
Can't rock with no bot, nah she a floozie
The Lord my strength, Jehovah Uzzi
He came to save all, no he not choosy
Yeah God is love, in the womb he
by side
And I can't lie, all these women coming at me with their thighs
I just wanna get the breast like I ordered at Popeyes
Two pieces, extra sauce
that you're drippin' but I'm a lil' cleaner
When I turn 25, I'ma get a beamer
The girl I'm lookin' for, you know she's a dreamer
I can just tell by
rock on)
We keep going
Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between
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