shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group Just wanna sit here and wait To be gone, so I can head back to the block Fresh white Nike
, yo, yo Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me With the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me I got the rock stone from David
put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, Snow White
blue and white scopin, slowly approachin Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones So they can get they rocks
So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see Rock it's kind of new to me, 'cause my true love was poetry White was good and bad was
feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snow And he answered the committee in a voice both soft and low "I've sung the songs of David nearly
ll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, Snow White
rock Do you know how to rock, rock, rock, rock Make your body move--do you know how to rock Do you know how to roll Do you rock and roll like you sold
', they want herb So even though the car plush The ashtray full of dark butts Like we rollin' up lookin' for Yung Berg Top off Bitch in the front Domin' me up Till my rocks
a rockstar Jumping, jumping, jumping my rock car, rock and roll The girls are gazing, it's so amazing Black, white, thirteen to eighteen I'm on TRL with David
voodoo and here's my spell To teach my people and yes, rock well And very, very black I hear some niggas talking 'bout they'll paint the White House
one, like a Now or Later I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky
up his first band. I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime." I was there. I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids
(feat. Rick Ross, David Banner, 8Ball & MJG) [Talking: Bun B] Man fo real I love being from the dirty south mane It made me the G I am today Made me
baby powder, under shirt and white tee My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny I roll a
on the pheasant Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle's skit Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, snort the white
(David Byrne) Picture this Bumping lips Everyone talks Do a dialogue box They shake and bake Make a cranky face They got rocks in the head Got rocks