Lyrics:
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) Let's rock
(C'mon)
Things got too hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
you too hot
I can't feel my face
I'm so numb
I'm so wasted
So dumb
I'm shit faced it
Just in case I don't make it
Take my drink, nigga I'm
Letters Home
WRITERS:
Anslee Davidson Dave Davidson
PRODUCED BY:
Matthew McVaney
LYRICS:
Dear Home, it's been a while so I thought I'd write
The music is right, they have cheap beer
I know that I should be home but we knew I'd wind up here
I try and try but never get too far
There's just
Dave, this a monster
When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set
And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat
Yeah, that's when
Dave, this a monster
When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set
And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat
Yeah, that's when
a boyfriend, and he way too hot now
She ain't say nothing bout Mary, so don’t get carried away and get buried
It can get real dumb, and ignorant, Killa City's
was tired and awake for some time
Then my lights hit a welcoming sign
It said if you're alone
You can make this your home
If you want to
Owww
to your new home" said the lady gleaming violet
"Nice to see you again" said the one who'd stand beside me
Against the specters of these dark emotions
the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion
fashions
Frankie says and Neon skirts and studded goths in black were all around
Thank you Marc and Dave and Gary, Boy and Robert too
Michael, Kate and all
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
just call you on the telephone;
Come yourself, don't send your friend Jones,
Do your duty!
If my radiator gets too hot,
Cool it of in a lotsa spot,
It's too cold by the window
And too hot by the fire
The porch light is burnt out
And the sky looks tired
It's all wrong while your gone
girl in a club
Went by the name of pecan deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out
Nearly cost me twenty bucks
Met this chick
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that
You're drunk, the carpet is burned
I hate to find you like this
I always find you like this
I come home and clean up your mess
What would you do
in my attic
Woke up and my keys were in the microwave
Think the spirit stole my favorite goldfish Dave
All the twisty ties are off my bagel bags
These
of sudden I'm floating in mid air
My lips fall off and everybody starts to stare
Donuts and hot dogs are flying everywhere
Now Doctor, wait a minute, you
in too late
And I'm forced into reflection by this half hour wait.
Now I have been a straight man and I've played it by the rules
I been a good
so fresh.
Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Take back home to tha West.
Well Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca,
The cute lil sista with the fever blista,
Said
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