Lyrics:
the choppers loose and then I smoke a rock or two
And spend a hundred grand on a one-legged prostitute
Yea I'm going hard nigga, honey baked
Big say more money,
like a Pokémon, let me peek at ch- let me not (hey)
Let me be ya rock (hey)
With you at the top (hey)
Key to ya lock (hey)
Makeup or not
You a baddie
me flexin hard
Rims sittin so high
Got me feelin close to the God
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
because I put my whole heart on the beat, so hard to be me
I been down so long can't do it for free
And y'all speak the same shit, but you ain't get it from
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
the name
You mentionin, Big Pun, Terror Squad and the pain
And the pain has been the only status cat in the game
Relevant, {?} so much niggaz love to take
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Hey, hey, hey
F is for all the
Fatties wearin' my shit
(Do you want me
esteem, like
Mirror mirror hung up on the wall, like
Who the dopest rapper of them all?, like
It hit me hard I hit em harder with the litty flow
I take big
Ooh-wee
That's right
Ooh-wee
Uh-huh
It's them
It's them
Xtremists boys
So MC's thinkin' they be hard
We chop them heads off like the Jihad
And shut them up
to come to the A to rock a show
If that wasn't a sign I don't know what it was
So they payed us three hundred and fifty to perform a club
So we packed up
I know you're coming here to snoop
Trying to get a leg in my hola hoop
I see you brought the big guns
Picking out your bullets one by one
I ain't
know he's packin' a great big
He don't use samples he use acoustics
It's quite therapeutic
He's dead
So I copped a mic and I sent it (Sent it)
This
And I'm so tired
And I really tried to help you
Its my fault
And I know it not
But its hard to believe that
He is gone and up in the sky
Watching over me
to something horrible
Okay we got quite a lot of stuff to do so come on let's get busy
The big fish is about to get taken out by some crazy little fishes
(Stop
it so hard that I'm playing it on the Ipod
To display when I have in mind
Watching Tropic Thunder on the flat screen laughing at those funny lines
Man
to be y'all
Your pockets is empty
Like summertime school halls
I'm worldwide trick
You're on the radio in one goddamn city
So check your crooked lip bitch
yeah, you know I got cream
So come on, a huddle, give me ten or twenty
Dollars, so I can give you rocks or do you want powder?
Whatever you get, I bet
chemistry
Creating pure bars like their methamphetamine
Rappers say to get on their level so I gotta skydive
Spit a 16 swiftly then I dip like a drive by
man gang when I'm runnin train it's like bang, bang, bang
Did it so hard the apartment shook
Neighbors came by, I was scared to look
All is I know
of boiling water
Live by the motto work hard play harder
No shave November Al Wassam leather fur
Rock a beard like a badass I should ride a motor cycle
My flow
a yard
'Cos see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got to come by eight
But Hud don't never listen what I say
fucking gay
We might fish together (Together) and he might pass me the bait (Here you go)
Come on over and I'll cook you a steak
You like it medium-rare
Hey
On the mountainside
Reaching out, reaching out
Over the great divide
Solid rock and burning sand
Weathered by the hand of time
Standing high above the storm
I'm always stuck between a rock and a hard place
Lessons learned the hard way
Can't get out this shit by playing card games
Luck can't be counted
Discuss these by hey rock so hard album reel big fish Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In