Lyrics:
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers
Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all
and a quarter, babe
Big-block she'll do all the work
So we can ride in style
Leather on those bucket seats
Carpet double pile
Chrome that takes the moonlight
Big Snoop Dogg
Can you be my doctor?
Can you fix me up?
Can you wipe me down?
So I can rock it rock it
So I can make you give it up give it up
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
on a big wheel
I got a few money back and a little change
So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings
"What up man, check it out, I know this bitch
All this paper, I'm flipping through pages
And you know we be counting these bills
They don't even believe that it's real
Let's go cop a big house in
of a morning
All spick and span
To the Temple of Music
By the Tower of Light
At the Pan-American Exposition
In Buffalo
In Buffalo
Saw Bill McKinley
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
remote?
O-o-oh, calling duppy conqueror,
I'm the ghost-catcher!
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka,
Take your chance! Prove yourself!
no credit, I'm a cash kinda guy
With my stash kinda high, still the girlies pass by
You know why? Cause I'm a Raider of this Lost Art
Played a big
[Big Gipp talking]
Hello what's happening world?
Yo this Big Gipp I've been called down
By Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
To tell you what's really
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
with the trash out of the car.
And ole bill looks at me through whiskers and wild, red eyeballs,
And says, we look more like hobo's than big-time rodeo
Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
of Hollywood tragedy
Big mac: smack: phoenix r: please smile why'all
Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline
Your idols speak so much of the abyss
Yet
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in
a little bit?
Do you ever get tired of making the scene?
Down by the back step checking out dawn
Down by the sundeck, give a big yawn
Do you ever get
There's a big holler tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Well you go round the bend and when you come back again
by the bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say
But, Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big ol' place
Yeah, I
a loved one for the last time
From the World Trade families to the Left Eye family, Big Pun family
You know Biggie family, Pac family, to the hip hop
GP's
Fucked your main B yh, she's my side piece
Spraying free milk straight from my testes
And I bet your girl wanna taste this
Big Bills, Big Bills in
ma bliver nuh shy
When bwoy a plead and a beg and a buy
Our style, hello, fuck her, bye bye
Big man a big man, boy a boy
Bullet wid gunpowder, no
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