] (Baby baby you're the one) Uh, Rihanna y'all, you know, ROC, ROC (Baby baby yooou're the ooone) ROC, ROC, rock on Uh huh, Big on the production
to me or pay me no mind Either way you're gonna be hearing me all of the time Whether on Greg Street or 107.9 Or on your favorite rap blog on your favorite
, how long Rock yourself to sleep Well I been doin' time in lonesome prison, where the sun don't shine Just outside, the freedom river runs Out there in that shiny night, with blood hounds on
living, what? How you living, oh I be living fabulous Got a rich bitch on the way That for real though, just like Wanda say She just wanna rock my world
fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock 'Round here that
shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide I've come to take outside, nah do it right here Hop out later owning on everybody's home that
Told me that you're doin' wrong Word out shockin' all alone Cryin' wolf ain't like a man Throwin' rocks to hide your hand You ain't done enough for me
babies with big gas ladies (yeah), That rock more fellahs than ten thousand daisies, Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood
which was rock stone She reminds me of a little poem by cheri that i heard one morn' that talked about a woman: "There is a woman in Somalia scraping for bones on
babies with big gas ladies That rock more fellahs than ten thousand daisies Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood
Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone You Fuck my Man and Wreck my home, I'll get my bro to rob your phone [x4] You Big Dummy Now
Aye check it out man [Verse 1:] You know I got it on lock from these stage roll on back 2 yo block nappy head is the click I chill with we rock dough
'm Like A Spaceship Lights Everywhere Make Em' Bright Anywhere Got The Sun On My Neck Full Moon On My Wrist Da-Daimonds In My Mouth And It's All On A
they already know where I'm (going) (Verse 1) Is he blood is he cuz, I don't really know but I know he got bucks, Everything he own got it sittin' on
Ro:] Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind
ride on the rich side of town Without bein pulled over, thrown on the hood and patted down Searchin my person for weapons and drug paraphenalia It's rough on
and stole and pulling hoes Serve drank by the four, blowing bud in studios Its paying me feddy and cheese, triple beams and doja cream Chop on blades and swang on
these crumbs into some bricks Sideways on switches we gone sip, drinking on drink and smoking dip Living my life in slow motion, riding high sipping potion Bring wet on
