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Clutch Who Wants To Rock

Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well. What you need you know I got. So hands up, who wants to rock?

Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well. What you need you know I got. So hands up, who wants to rock?

Got a problem ol' fag-ass nigga, kick rocks {*censored*} on the phone and that nigga talkin crazy I don't know, who to blame, him or {*censored*}

hit by the pump, is that whut you want? Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sittin on chrome Hit the clutch

One] Ayo the second that my rhyme drops I leave minds blocked with more blind spots than a cyclops, I stalk the sidewalks looking for rappers who want

by a crew Or should I say flock cause around every block There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm Now I'm with helping those who want to

in the audience and like what we do Well, we want you to know that we like you all too But as for the sucker who will write the review If his mind is

touched me Now I'm shining like you do It was dim before I knew you Bright light for weeping eyes to get used to Trust who, that's some shit to adjust

c'mon) Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes Rock my