Lyrics:
doors
Makes me still feel like a kid
I love the music from the ice cream man
Makes me still feel like a kid
I am a singer in a rock 'n' roll band
years
I ain't just got ends, I end careers
Cosigned by the allmighty pac
When I drop science like? I'm not lyin'
Put a scar on your face like Simba's
the symphony
[erick sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound i got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
might pull up in a Cadi'
I make big boy moves that's why she call me "daddy"
No tellin'
Just sellin'
Hop on stage and they start yellin'
I roll with
to understand
I quit the band
This rock and roll is under too much control
By the rules of the man
So enjoy your champagne in the limousine
For the ninth day in
the boos, I never drank booze
Cause I just rock the rhythm, left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, You sneak to peek
A look and then
Gucci like med nurse
Roll up gelato like Smokepurpp
I know I'm rapping so dope first
I stepped in this bitch with the swag
Nigga be hatin, I get in my
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
I'm
the strippers but I
Make the bands twerk
I'm thumbin' through it
Got my fuckin' hand hurt
Damn, fucked up my hand touchin'
All these damn bands
Got a Glock in my
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
I'm a glam rock poet
Rock n roll romantic
Cowboy lonesome on the trail
I've got hopes and dreams
Goals and ambitions
And I ain't gonna fail
I'm
lights, it was rock and roll
It was the band and I on a twelve-bed bus
And it was making and messing it up
It was endless roads in the same old boots
a deuce five riding on the trolly
On my way to school like dare nigga try me
Look, cause where I'm from I'm a blood on the nile
Surrounded by blue water,
about me baby you know im that guy
Sipping on this henny roll some more and get so fucking high
Thats just how we living so come close ill catch you by
the rhythm I'm lending
The message I'm sending from London to Linley
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants
to Memphis, the sky is always crying
Every day I get the blues and this one's no denying
I'm your Bluesman
Six string in my hand
Get ready so come on rock me
who I meant it for
Wasn't long until I understood that Im misunderstood
All I know is trouble I don't come from good
Riding by myself in every other
Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me
What's the matter with the car I'm driving
Can't you tell that it's out of style
Should I get a set of whitewall
Trackhawk smoking dope like we used to
Let's just kick it on the block like we used to
I just feel better when the roll blue
I could really get her but she
everywhere I go
You're a magical mystery band
When I'm alone, way back in the fifties
Rock 'n' roll song, need the sound of sixties
Turn me on
Without
diamonds
The rest of me covered in gold
If it ain't ABN then why in
The fuck would I roll thuggin' by my lone
I'm knowing you niggas done told
Put you under
else had their punk rock bags and T-shirts and stuff left alone. Just me, the gurl, the gurl with the shiny pink bag. The police man at pre-sent 51 were
and rock Wally tails
jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
diggity Das EFX we
roll like a troop
I don't front, I told you girls by the group
So don't try to play me, I'm strictly for the ladies
(Finesse, what's up? You looking
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