Lyrics:
It was the hottest day of August
All of us were down by the banks of the Paint Rock River
I was next in line to be baptized at the innocent age
of him fade away
Go back and tear the pictures from the page
It's time for a new rock n' roll age
History will have to find a different face
and if you're
niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cause I be duckin' crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is
rock, by the riverside
Notes that dance on the water's glide
Mountains guard us, in their embrace
Every heart beats at a steady pace
Here we stand, our
And music was made for the song
When daddy was a strong man
And momma was a blond
I missed a bird with a rock
With my new slingshot
Broke a window
Rock, ha
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
Breaking down bricks, servin them rock by rock
He's everything a young gun want to grow up to be
But if only these young guns could see
That murder, money,
your american idol
Hypnotic trapped in a 3000 mile box
Chicks bobby sox today be botox
Now that hip hops the new so called rock
Parents dressin
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me
like Master P
Do the body rock like P-A-T
Swang and bang like E.S.G
G's and Ballers like H.$.E
If I'm chillin' with a girl she gotta be a star
If I hold
the thumbs-up
The New Age guy with the yoga mat
Blesses me with a pat on the back
The long haired indie rock kid in a band
Looks through his hair and shakes
When night comes creeping
My cruel hand will rock you to sleep
I'm the American nightmare
With American dreams
Of countin' the bodies while you
way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Oakland, California, West Coast life
You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age
age
(Refrain:)
Then the beer it turned to whiskey
The barmaid ran a tab
You can hit freefall until last call
when you're traveling by cab
major
Wouldn't hesitate to blaze ya
The hell raiser hahaha
The hell raiser
Strapped with gats at a young age
Got ahold of a gauge
And made
molested by her father at the age of three and a half
Made her into a liar
He always liked to fantasize
They fell in love
They fell in love
Man loves
"Pardon my age"
Twelve shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs
We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience
Hear some niggas talkin'
Rock of Ages cares for me
I am standing on solid ground oh
When the winds
Come blow my way ah
I will not be shaking oh oh oh oh
When you go before
People hint and wonder and they want to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across
The Spiral Way
Even so in this space-age
Leaving rectors dismayed
Seeking out wisdom's daybreak
Hidden by dark of night
Not even seen by hindsight
Spectre who
no oh no
Wobrɛ bɛyɛ kwa oh
But i wish you well oh
For i have a God
His name is Jesus
Who dey by my side
My rock of ages
For i have a God
His name is
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