soul How many options did I have before I choose this roll? Let's see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes Live in the projects, never rocked the
There's no such thing as too much school Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops
piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away Easy as the alphabet Hard as solid rock Pure as the driven snow Pissin
shoulda stepped when I warned 'em I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California I'm just anxious to whoop some ass I went to high school, but I flunked
Well I'm a rock'n'roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain't no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You're a snow queen looking
play rappers like they grand pianos, a general Call shots like I?m Joe Bonanno, what The West is back, sep this dude ain?t black He Latino Dogg and he rock
ve never seen anybody rock the party All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi I go to the show and terrorize emcees, don't you know? Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
Well, I'm a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain't no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff, baby You're a snow queen
a private school Cos no matter how he tries He cannot hide behind his rock and roll lkies Cos you've either got it or you don't Yeah you'll either rock
Data bank School's in. ... School's in. The teacher's got a bottle of pop. .... Yeah. Skip the rock, I want you sexy. Instead of bein' out of your mind. .... Piano
bank School's in, school's in The teacher's got a bottle of pop, yeah Skip the rock, I want you sexy Instead of bein' out of your mind Piano man Make 'em understand School
it when the music's too loud, He tends not to go to rock concerts, 'Cause he can't stand the crowd, And all he's ever wanted to be Is a rock star on RAGE
Well I'm a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain't no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You're a snow queen looking
High School Hop Boppin' at the High School Hop Shakin' at the High School Hop I've rollin' at the High School Hop I've been movin' at the High School
Always Out Here Perpin? Man, We Gotta Make A Song Strictly For These.....Fake Ass Niggaz Detroit Remix, Booooooooooooooy Would Ya'll [ Verse 1: G-Rock
Now there's a word that I don't understand I hear it every day from my old man It may be Cockney rhyming slang It ain't in no school book He says it every
will self destruct... 5, 4, 3 - tiz, hold up Blowin off like a coo-coo clock I was kickin w/ the beats then my show flew off cause I rock with better
