a we rock a scoobie doo and guess what america we love you cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul you could rock till you're a hundred and one
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa Makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off
over I told you once you dumb _ with a blunt That be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _ Get your ass kicked quicker then punts Im sick of you punks
stick it [Kuniva] Gotta get it I gotta give it to you non-stop Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught Dead bodies rot We making your body rock Licking them off
rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's tryin
with the gangsta lean its been about 2, is he comin through? I dropped this one just to show you I'm true People say Warren where'd you get that speech in the sandy city right down by
Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk
She caught you with a bad one for messin' with da mad one Told you 'bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me, as I talk now You're stalked by the
I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Far all those girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm and your arm But I'm lookin' for the one, have
again! You know I only say it because i'm truly genuine Don't be a hard rock, when you really are a gem Baby girl! Respect is just the minimum brothas
y'all punks don't even know me On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly Now
, salsa, salsa, my salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off
top I won't say white girl, won't say she's black She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crack Feel the beat, rock with me Let me tell you what
the finest restaurant Buy you any damn thing that you want You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose But later on you're coming off with them pantyhose You want gold, girl