But you erupt But you erupt But you erupt *Lil John*: "YEEEEEEAH! This ya boy Lil John. Gettin' it crunk with my homeboy, John Rich. Rick Rocks!"
it up in a gym, nobody couldn't lift it Where the hell I'm 'gon send it? Will people 'gon dig it? I took it to Rich he said it's somethin' wrong with
females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My time as shorty was full of car chases While runnin with John
out (Will) We be the connection to Everything from calypso to Hip hop down to bee bop Now come rock slip slide to mine B-boy niggaz are gonna push butt Rock
-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped
nipple tickle your sensibility speak just a little the words have enough weight to turn rock to metal Like a tweak on your nipple... (Thanks to John
of dust puffed out! Rocks and boulders hacked up, (hack! hack!) crushing 'The LINCOLN'! I gave him the money He acted real funny He hocked up a rock
got everything them platinum rappers got times two (WHOO! C'MON!) [Chorus] [Verse - Slim Thug] I'm banging them chicks you dream about Swanging them whips you sing about Rocking
[Chorus: John Cena and Trademarc] This is just another day in the life Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors This is just another day in
dapper lover the don It's on baby pah yeah word is bond Cut the check and I'll rock, every word of the song - what now? [Chorus] [John Cena] Yeah,
Records your pimpin RCA is pimpin Top Dogg is pimpin Michael Jackson, Ah you ain't pimpin shit Ah hah hah Word em up Word em up Kid Rock Kid...Kid Rock Kid...Kid Rock
the club throwing pretty ass bows Long John draws Long John stalls Any stank puss Makes my long John Pause Women on the cell making long John Calls And
swift with that punch button Jack Biggie.. Biggie.. [Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
Die" shit, it was aight, it was aight, yunumsayin, that shit was aight, it was cool. But my shit is more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit
like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle [Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock
music shit, die for some foolishness Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch You hit the block, prolly lose your whip Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks
Mase} Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You got
