Traduction: Mr. Big. Rock And Roll Over.
the shock Chorus: We Rock and Roll over, over & then Show your true colors Put on a new face Love is like a faucet Turnin' off and on Rock and Roll over
m a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already! Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face is all sweaty Yo I'm ready to heave Mr.
like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll New tecs and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic
and I'm Don King Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring I'm Big L, Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn Carter, Sean Combs and Connery all in one Whoever
flesh like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll New tecs and calicos! Word has it we move
after they fish from the window? Mr Tickman: Well, rock'n'roll bands and other guests as well often catch shark and squid and octopus and usually we,
know? And I'm hot! Don: And I got the bun and the hamburger and the relish and the orange and I've got my clothes off and I'm hot! Phyllis: Oh, come
win Once I get it in I turn her ass over And make her back In I beat it for an hour Than I rest for 10 And grab another rubber And do it all again I make
Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug and inject (Fred Durst) Mic check So whats it all about? (bout) And
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug and inject (Fred Durst) Mic check So whats it all about? (bout) And
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
got the bitches singin' the rest We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come test Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest No bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and
erase you My pants are too baggy even though I'm clean and I'm paid too Orlando south races they treated me cold And Lightening Strike and Power and Light
everlasting life And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac Over and over again And
told her? no not sober, need my weed lit, keep my blunt rolled, ain't no secret, roll like 3 zips, me and po run, brand new guccis, big ass chain on,