Lyrics:
Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the Rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip
King Creole, go
There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
He lays down a beat like a ton
to work in the mornin'
Get home by eleven
You're just a drop in the ocean
So don't rock the boat cause heads will roll
You're a drop in the ocean,
the boy
Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh yeah
He said he wouldn't get led around, or caught up in the games
Or end up in a gallery, of faces with no
Bring me back to
Rock,rock,rock rock&Roll
And the day by day
We learn to something hard
Can you teach me what is that ?
( what its that )
And we got
can carry our guitars
And it's whip, whip your hair around
And play that fiddle so grand
We may be wimpy folkies but we move like a rock-and-roll
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
Leadbelly to that good old rock and roll
From miles around
People come to hear my Uncle Joe
As a young man
He used to ride on those freight trains
Til god
my wife?
And Bobby Darin sang MACK THE KNIFE
They took Eddie Cochran what could we do?
Once he was gone we knew that rock and roll was through.
We had
showing off my skills
Since I bought my first guitar,
It’s all I live for
You better watch me rock ’n roll
So intense you will be shocked
You better watch
An evening with „The Who“
A rock ‚n‘ roll band is showing tonight something you have never ever seen before
A rock ‚n‘ roll band and you will never
rock n’ roll, man it’s the only way to go
A drummer, bass and two guitars, when you play it Tasty you’ll go far
We’re gonna play Tasty, oh yes, Tasty
We don't have no curfew (Curfew)
Just turn up til the morning
Then I press the fucking snooze
Roll, fold (Roll)
Blow, smoke (Smoke)
Light, hold (Hold)
The light is dimming
I roll the winnings and jack pot
Quite frankly
I'm deep as ocean
It's the crack rock
Black superhero
Feeling like I'm Hancock
Have
bottles of Jack
Bang - Your head
'Till you - See red
This life of opulance may take its toll
(Hard and fast)
Just a rock and roll addict hell - I know my
is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany
Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass
the fuse, guitar the fire
Fuzz guitar lifts our spirits ever higher
Fuzz fills the empty hole
Deep inside a restless soul
Hail, hail rock 'n' roll
You're bad
and roll all night
But now my hair's turning gray.
I have to get to bed by nine,
Rub on a tube of Ben-Gay.
Haven't picked up my guitar for a while,
Not
gon' stop who?
Rock star don't need no tattoo
Guitar out of the sharp, Fender bass with the Stratocaster
With Prodigy, Rage Against
find out
Is music propaganda -- should I boogie, Rock and Roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant
being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
All them rock 'n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze
Selling punk like some new kind of English disease
While Dave, the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
On the road
Everyday is when I can't get used
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
the simple way to get rock 'n roll
I know the simple way to get you out of control
I can manipulate it like a doll
I say yeah, I say rock'n roll
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