We Gonna Rock

歌詞

Never send a boy to do a man's job You know? I think we got away from what the fuck this is all about We forgot - how to spit Muthafuckas is makin all these crazy-ass fuckin records Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthafucka Follow me now Fuck with me [ verse 1 ] Sammy sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em all Some cute, but suck em all, I say fuck em all Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route G.h. form now, go and break my brother out Henny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truck Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch Ain't no probably, sauce money, fool, got to be Chicken eggs grits, california, call it oscar e. Everything I spit hot, baby boy, you're kiddin me? Hit flex with it, stretch with it, then mr. cee Marley marl sunday night, can't forget kid capri Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in philly be Just passin through, son, still many guns to cock 30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop Chillin at my bitch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch Put it in the air for them niggas biggie, pun and pac [ chorus ] Haters frontin in the club Real gees show us love Bust slugs for my nigga (we gonna rock) Anywhere we do shows Come through, two hoes Killers with new flows, playa (we gonna rock) Even when eyes low from hydro Can't another brother cock-block my flow (we gonna rock) Can't stop our ones Can't block our guns Get your triggers And squeeze for these faculty niggas [ verse 2 ] Haters hate me cause I'm a big nigga with mass appeal They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that's for real Ain't no secrets, muthafuckas know I might clap the steel Be ready any given time, I'm like grab the wheel Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm Two chicks in a yugo, damn, it's a false alarm Not on this joint, sauce usually calm with the grammar But right now I'm like baking soda, armed with a hammer Summertime comin, now they wonder what I drive next Represent for big niggas, 3-4-5-x Wide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slow Know the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd row Suv tinted out, frontin on the hands-free Real gees happy for me, haters like 'it can't be' Fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brother Just don't forget to call me dad too cause I'm a motherfucker [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] I know bitches who love sauce for the dicko, straight gorilla Fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a- Ddicted to my flow, doggy style ain't the way I make my scrilla [name], [name], [name], [name], those my niggas Hit the club half-cocked, niggas shoulda knew me better Jim star dillinger, that's under my gucci sweater Through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and I spit Screamed on this one chick like, bitch, dance to my shit Part the club with elbows, bump a nigga, love that Nigga read my eyes and it said 'step the fuck back' This gorilla hill shit, we don't give two fucks On gorilla hill, kid, you tryin to do too much Must've had a sixth sense, how he knew I clutch chrome? Probably this a big bitch, front and left his nuts home Fuck that weak gotti shit, nigga, let your shotie spit Sauce muthafuckin, get your punk-ass body whipped [ chorus ] (3x) Welcome to gorilla hill