[KISS Cover] Rock 'n' roll Baby gets tired, everybody knows Your mother tells you, baby has to show Yeah, yeah Let me go 'Cause baby's got the feelin
the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch) I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night (Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we
and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment And
brace to be a gangster They grew up! - And blew up the rock stages! A long way from the gate, but I got Gauges! Dumb 'em out! Pullin guns out on strangers
night [Obie Trice] (and all the bitches say) I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
dope and guns" Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with And told 'em I bodied an upcoming
: Rock and roll girlfriend] [written and sung by Tre Cool] I got a rock and roll band I got a rock and roll life I got a rock and roll girlfriend And
quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe We defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers Puttin prophet
to danger Some nights I crash clubs Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs Cool out with the freaks Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef Thens some niggaz roll
quick Just for talkin shit Ride Rolls Catch hoes like a mitt LA, Atlanta, New York Yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit I get much props Because I roll
day, hearts are cold like winter nights Got a hot 10 on the dice in this game of life A-alikes in tune, immune to snake bites Roll like the blue coats
them crack rocks I swallow, absorbed in my vein Nightmares of bein shot, record in my brain My neck and soul dropped and fall in the flames Every night I wanna roll
scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll
in the night.. [Obie Trice] (and all the bitches say) I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, I wanna hold you in the morning, Hold you in the night
rule, man Keep your ears to the street, y'all never lose man Make your enemies believe there's love there Cause in war, belief is all fair Rock them to
niggas Jungle, wiz and horse fuckin with these cash money millionaires so what yall gonna do about that niggas Hook: We on your block We got rocks You
corner holdin' the gatts Nigga come through, a nigga kill, never blow back You the nigga never did but send in all the facts Yo, I know niggas like you cuz I meet 'em all