cops All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops Running and ducking at the Hot Rock's parking lot You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not Chorus Verse #3
ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
put hands on her mother who's a splittin' image of her That's Slim Shady Yeah baby Slim Shady's crazy Shady made me But tonight, Shady's rock-a-bye
don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me So homie come get me, shuddup boys what up though I see you Rock Bottom, yea I see you, all my Detroit
I got a whole story board for you, boy your da plot, your gettin got whether you try to avoid it or not, apology not accepted boy, Detroit is a rock,
to burn Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too Big Rock got knocked
a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin I needed money of my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
sure i hold my position, stand firm in the dirt For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block Shootin' rocks at the
say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3,
ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock
[Intro] High-speed Ferrari movement 3rd lane switching lanes, whuddup? Brooklyn, whuddup? Fa'rock, whuddup? [Chorus] While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm
I'll be poke and butter Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man [Chorus] [Verse 3
Warning Before Its On 50 Back On That Shit, 50 Finna To Flip [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] They Dont Do It Like This Concentrate On The Wrists I Got See-Through Rocks
[Chorus: scratching] Pain In Da Ass «Fuck You» [3x] Styles «I don't give a fuck» [3x] Styles «I don't give a fuck who you are» Pain In The Ass «Fuck You
'll tremble in the nightsky full-tide Don't you recognize, I'll rock the boat again I'm getting scurvy, bad Don't you recognize, I'll rock the boat again
tear that club up. It gets just so hot in here, cool me down spray some OJ and Velvadir, Over the rocks while the crowd is rockin'. Everybody rollin'
babe [Irv Gotti:] hahahahhaha [Ashanti:] Wanna love you babe, ooh baby [Irv Gotti:] Ashanti, chapter two, let's rock it [chorus: Ashanti] Can you rock
Uhhhm, excuse me but uh, is thing on? I've got a boyfriend He likes to fight a lot He got a lot of common and he thinks f**king rock We like to break