Lyrics:
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
Rocks the same colors as daisy's
Why'all niggaz is lazy, I'm on my j-o-be
And that's why ya hate on me
But here's the update, Loon ain't got nothing
close, you can't tell us apart
DJ J-Rock, Mister Down South
All of my dogs kings, all of my dogs kings
All of my dogs kings, all of my dogs kings
They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct
I'm so nice yo, flowing with the maestro
Murdering and hurting MC's because I'm nitro
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
This album gonna be the sickest
That's on my pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
He told never smoke rock
Told me how he
j'me couche tard
Matin dans l'coaltar (tar)
(Mais) Mais j'avance sur l'projet de devenir une rock-star
Tu prends qu'du retard (po)
Bâtard (po)
J
feel fine
Sex real time
While I'm in your deck on rewind
Oh I make it hot, till you're jellin' what PD got
Since PD rock, see me not
So many bricks
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
B t S
And thats by these standards
Beat the streets
Straight looney tunes Kush and fruit loops
This instrumental is amazing and this weed is too
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,
that you say
Pop! mish mosh up in the brain
I'm on my cycle
Highways, my ways
Are up and down like the dow jones
I rock these microphones
I don't
soul
The rock king is so bold when he rocks and roll
A black hat is my crown, symbolizin' the sound
Signifyin', we won't play around, bust it!
pressure
Step to J5 you're getting played like Fester
I be the ever handy
Hard like rock candy
Down with Mork and Mandy
Won't date Sandy brown eyes
shaking
X-Pills they man made em'
So yea bro don't, don't
So yea bro don't stop
You can do what you want
The ship I was on got obliterated by rocks
taller
And I stand by my stick like a walker
And I boy wanna fight I'm no brawler
Feed em' Popeye biscuit no water
Popeyes biscuit
No water
corn on the cob
What is life? It is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a sport
Yea, I'll play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J played
Will you put your drink down
Come and dance with me
Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident
That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent
M-J
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, you gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
rocks real hard
Verse Two: Lord Jamar
God damn right, the L-O-are-D, J-A-M-A-are
Says peace and Allah you Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
Park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and rip shit up
An now I've toured
Bitch done waste my got damn time
I got a little bit of lean, that's my side bitch,
I got a little bit of lean,
by my side bitch,
I got a little
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