that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics Turn it up (Turn it up) {*4X*} This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit
me [Chorus] This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics Turn it up (Turn it up) {*4X*} This that Rock-Shit,
Übersetzung: Stille. Rock Shit.
a little bitch with your chit chat Just show me where your dick's at Music's up Listen hot stuff I'm in love With this song So just hush Baby shut up
fouling the teaser My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags Don't touch this Cracklin hot shit I snap ya
fo'-fo's But so-so, slow mo's comin' in like the po-po's Don't want rocks comin' at me the wrong way Packin' much rocks, it's gonna be a long day And
educated and black I will resort to rob Verse 2: Big Boi See why in the muthafuck do niggas be acting up Do they want me to grab my shit and lettin'
play your card That's why roll with god and disregard them broads (disregard them broads) Keep servin' that hard never spend a rod This is real shit baby
de cocaine era, packs in my stroller, Two beepers and a flip, startech Motorola, Bally silts? Kangol tilts, Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush
in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey ass off then I just crush on the hush hush So if you
the deal [x2] [Verse 1] It's a must that I thrush world plush a little lush money Green like sus-money, cream and takes the bus International connects, plus discuss the hush-hush
be a little bitch with your chit chat Just show me where your dick's at Music starts, listen hot stuff I'm in love with this song So just hush, baby
ur prom in the brand new six im old school, i use the charm to seduce the chicks u introduce me to ur moms, as your future pick ur like bonita apple on some exclusive shit
Ynot: Cause without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3) Ynot: THese rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock I rock like Prudential
the women jock it, pimpin', you know how I get Once my album drop, all your heavy waiters better watch it Vokal, yea, rock it Step in the spot shit,
in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt? I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust Your monkey ass off, then I just crush on the hush, hush So,
off of the block (Terror Squad) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin' the glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad) My shit
