Lyrics:
don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
Baby Bubba to the boogie,
Yeah, hehe
[Ja imitating guitar] Eh, uh, uh - here we go
Yea, yea
Murder Inc, uh, uh - classic shit
Yea y'all
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
we're odd
No faith in God
No religion will rob
Punk hop
Punk hop
Got that hip hop punk rock
Got that hip rock punk hop
Got that hip hop punk rock
Got that
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
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
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
I don't need no light, body shaking like oh my god
And the mood is right, with the candle lights
Body thanking like uhhhhh
Rock with me, make it hot
Rock
Girl you know who I am
Don't act like I ain't that man
I went from jumping out of van to jumping in your pants
Put you to sleep
When you wanna freak
us but won't come try us
Mmh, Mmh
No no no, Mmh Mmh)
I like that new fit, I rock designer
I got them new kicks, Dolce Gabbana
Gloccie keep a new stick,
The password is party.
[T. Lee]
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For the 98 this is how we do
Queen Pen ya'll, T. Lee ya'll
Rock on ya'll, D-Dot ya'll
package of pound
It's like th-that, the beats know we be strappin em out
Mad moneys wish they g like us, clout
When I made the boogie I'm imported, I study
to the streets
We got money on the phone
VV's like rock, keep a pocket full of stones
She see me and she cream, no cone
Play green and the chop sing, they need
how we move
Don't go in the club without them tools
Can't rock that set without them jewels
Don't chase them hoes, we let 'em choose
In my section
shit we leaving him wet
I told wook I wanna see that big hole in his hat
We lost bink and cq just to be where we at
I like how percocets feel
It give me
white on rice on Condoleezza
Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature
Betta get ya casket bastard I'm gon' eat cha
We ain't in the same weight
Rock
Till we can't no more
I wont ever stop until
I ball like kobe 24
Shorty said she love me
So I had to make her hit da door
Lob her to my Brodie
I
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like another one comin around
Kid Crumbs would you come and get down, come on
Blessed is the next
curly head kid's treacherous
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Aww shit say
of doubt
But if we don't rock the spot, The Sun Won't Come Out
Check it out, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without Anger in the Nation
Yo, without
potatoes, now fuck later????
Chorus: Puff Daddy
We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
us
But it ain't nothing worse
Than what we do as kids
But some of you are new to this
Had no idea that the world could be as cruel as this
This what it
let’s go
I just want money on money put that in the bag don’t you tie it up yet I want more
Call up my brothers I told em to pull up cause we finna eat up
I'm American
But you won't understand
Rock made us brothers
In different lands
It is our blood
And we are the same
My brothers please scream
With me
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