Rock 4 Rock 歌词
| 歌曲 | Rock 4 Rock |
| 歌手 | Pimp C |
| 专辑 | Pimpalation |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Butler, Dennis, Freeman ... | |
| Uh! Uh! Check one two, one two, one two *************! (*************!) | |
| It's goin down (goin down!).. know what | |
| I'm talkin 'bout!? (talkin' bout!?) | |
| Sweet Jones! (Jones!) | |
| It's goin down! | |
| Hold up... [Pimp C] | |
| They wanna rob like us, wanna talk like us (us!) | |
| ************* ass *************z wanna bark like us (us!) | |
| Suckin hoes' ************* that | |
| I used to ************* with | |
| In ya mind, you a *************, you really wanna suck my ************* (you a *************!) | |
| I'm puttin fresh coke on the corner (uh!) | |
| Got the ghetto set hot as a sauna (uh!) | |
| I-10, I'ma win if | |
| I make it back (uh!) | |
| Gotta tell you *************t slow, through the anti-wet (anti-wet!) | |
| The laws colder than an icicle (icicle) | |
| Uh! And mine sour as a diced pickle | |
| Uh! My pie rest game is legit | |
| Microwave, | |
| I'm the *************t, rippin business from 36 (36!) | |
| You wanna know how | |
| I did that? | |
| Get my blow from | |
| Mexico, that's where the scammer at (scammer at!) | |
| I'm talkin 'bout that flaky, flaky ' | |
| Cause you ain't gon' win the life, hittin strippers like the dykes get [Chorus: Pimp C] | |
| More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is *************t | |
| I done got me 50 ounces, | |
| I done permed this ************* | |
| Tightened up, no slack, ******* checkin my stock | |
| Got some birds that set a *************, some | |
| I go rock for rock | |
| More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is *************t | |
| I done got me 50 ounces, | |
| I done permed this ************* | |
| Tightened up, no slack, ******* checkin my stock | |
| Got some birds that set a *************, some | |
| I go rock for rock (rock for rock) [Scarface] | |
| I started small time **** game, you know the tale | |
| Tennis *************, flipped to 7 ounces on the steel | |
| Open pot full of yellow bag of razors and resumes | |
| ************* standing at the door with | |
| AK's and Desert's | |
| Stash spot for the glass, | |
| I was pu*************n the tinted | |
| Low hats, college *************rts on, lookin to get it | |
| Hit a small town, get a room close to the block | |
| Hit the scene and shoot that ************* up and wait for the cops | |
| When it cool, put my work out, issue the passion | |
| Shoot that mother******* up again when *************z get back | |
| These mother*******s got a death wish, ****** with "AK" | |
| Playin games like it ain't no consequences of that | |
| Yeah I said it and | |
| I meant it, | |
| I got brave for a rep | |
| Playin cool, put my bait out and just wait for the cat | |
| Bloodline, purified, | |
| I'm so gangsterous with it | |
| Can't a mother******* out here breathe and tell you no different, ******* [Chorus] [Willie D] | |
| Here it is, mother*******, let the champagne hold | |
| K-si-si pimpin, | |
| Willie D in the do' | |
| It's a free world, gon' hustle, get yo' scrill | |
| You can do what you wanna do, just not 'round here ' | |
| Cause this is, my hood, my block, my street | |
| You wanna sell a cool cup? | |
| You gotta go through me | |
| If the po' po's jam you up, | |
| I ain'st to talk | |
| I'm the cat with the | |
| H-Town, gangster walk | |
| Baby want me 'cause she saw me in that | |
| Chinchilla coat | |
| I'ma ************* her in the mouth, let the nut in her throat | |
| Before buddy get out of line, | |
| I'ma get him fo' sho' | |
| But it's gon' be about my respect, not over no hoe | |
| Let my work come up missin, you gon' kick it with dead men ' | |
| Cause ************* | |
| I'ma beat yo' head in | |
| I been paid, been makin fast bucks | |
| ************* you work with | |
| Whitney, shut yo' broke ass up! [Chorus] [Bun B] | |
| I'm in the project, parkin on the | |
| Westside of town (town) | |
| In the kitchen tryna cook myself up a couple of pounds (pounds) | |
| With a 4 gallon pot, a beaker kit and | |
| B-12 (twelve) | |
| Try to whip me up a 5 piece my mutha****** self! (self!) | |
| The focus's on how to win, doors cracked open | |
| *************z peekin through the blinds, (for what?) incase somebody scoping | |
| Rag tied around my face, (why?) the fumes real strong | |
| And I'ma be over the stove 'cause it's all night long | |
| O.G. rock bone done been out on the scene (scene) | |
| A ******* cowboy just like | |
| Will-Lean (Will-Lean) | |
| My reputation is stronger than rat piss | |
| Legendary for the lyrics and my mutha****** wrist (huh!) | |
| The brokedown seven, brought back fifteen | |
| That was still so strong, (and what?) it killed ten fiends | |
| That's a mean whip game (game), if ever there was | |
| But it ain't nothin 'cause a trill ************* do what it does with more bounce [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Butler, Dennis, Freeman ... | |
| Uh! Uh! Check one two, one two, one two ! ! | |
| It' s goin down goin down!.. know what | |
| I' m talkin ' bout!? talkin' bout!? | |
| Sweet Jones! Jones! | |
| It' s goin down! | |
| Hold up... Pimp C | |
| They wanna rob like us, wanna talk like us us! | |
| ass z wanna bark like us us! | |
| Suckin hoes' that | |
| I used to with | |
| In ya mind, you a , you really wanna suck my you a ! | |
| I' m puttin fresh coke on the corner uh! | |
| Got the ghetto set hot as a sauna uh! | |
| I10, I' ma win if | |
| I make it back uh! | |
| Gotta tell you t slow, through the antiwet antiwet! | |
| The laws colder than an icicle icicle | |
| Uh! And mine sour as a diced pickle | |
| Uh! My pie rest game is legit | |
| Microwave, | |
| I' m the t, rippin business from 36 36! | |
| You wanna know how | |
| I did that? | |
| Get my blow from | |
| Mexico, that' s where the scammer at scammer at! | |
| I' m talkin ' bout that flaky, flaky ' | |
| Cause you ain' t gon' win the life, hittin strippers like the dykes get Chorus: Pimp C | |
| More bounce to the ounce, ' cause the porm is t | |
| I done got me 50 ounces, | |
| I done permed this | |
| Tightened up, no slack, checkin my stock | |
| Got some birds that set a , some | |
| I go rock for rock | |
| More bounce to the ounce, ' cause the porm is t | |
| I done got me 50 ounces, | |
| I done permed this | |
| Tightened up, no slack, checkin my stock | |
| Got some birds that set a , some | |
| I go rock for rock rock for rock Scarface | |
| I started small time game, you know the tale | |
| Tennis , flipped to 7 ounces on the steel | |
| Open pot full of yellow bag of razors and resumes | |
| standing at the door with | |
| AK' s and Desert' s | |
| Stash spot for the glass, | |
| I was pu n the tinted | |
| Low hats, college rts on, lookin to get it | |
| Hit a small town, get a room close to the block | |
| Hit the scene and shoot that up and wait for the cops | |
| When it cool, put my work out, issue the passion | |
| Shoot that mother up again when z get back | |
| These mother s got a death wish, with " AK" | |
| Playin games like it ain' t no consequences of that | |
| Yeah I said it and | |
| I meant it, | |
| I got brave for a rep | |
| Playin cool, put my bait out and just wait for the cat | |
| Bloodline, purified, | |
| I' m so gangsterous with it | |
| Can' t a mother out here breathe and tell you no different, Chorus Willie D | |
| Here it is, mother, let the champagne hold | |
| Ksisi pimpin, | |
| Willie D in the do' | |
| It' s a free world, gon' hustle, get yo' scrill | |
| You can do what you wanna do, just not ' round here ' | |
| Cause this is, my hood, my block, my street | |
| You wanna sell a cool cup? | |
| You gotta go through me | |
| If the po' po' s jam you up, | |
| I ain' st to talk | |
| I' m the cat with the | |
| HTown, gangster walk | |
| Baby want me ' cause she saw me in that | |
| Chinchilla coat | |
| I' ma her in the mouth, let the nut in her throat | |
| Before buddy get out of line, | |
| I' ma get him fo' sho' | |
| But it' s gon' be about my respect, not over no hoe | |
| Let my work come up missin, you gon' kick it with dead men ' | |
| Cause | |
| I' ma beat yo' head in | |
| I been paid, been makin fast bucks | |
| you work with | |
| Whitney, shut yo' broke ass up! Chorus Bun B | |
| I' m in the project, parkin on the | |
| Westside of town town | |
| In the kitchen tryna cook myself up a couple of pounds pounds | |
| With a 4 gallon pot, a beaker kit and | |
| B12 twelve | |
| Try to whip me up a 5 piece my mutha self! self! | |
| The focus' s on how to win, doors cracked open | |
| z peekin through the blinds, for what? incase somebody scoping | |
| Rag tied around my face, why? the fumes real strong | |
| And I' ma be over the stove ' cause it' s all night long | |
| O. G. rock bone done been out on the scene scene | |
| A cowboy just like | |
| WillLean WillLean | |
| My reputation is stronger than rat piss | |
| Legendary for the lyrics and my mutha wrist huh! | |
| The brokedown seven, brought back fifteen | |
| That was still so strong, and what? it killed ten fiends | |
| That' s a mean whip game game, if ever there was | |
| But it ain' t nothin ' cause a trill do what it does with more bounce Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Dennis, Freeman ... | |
| Uh! Uh! Check one two, one two, one two ! ! | |
| It' s goin down goin down!.. know what | |
| I' m talkin ' bout!? talkin' bout!? | |
| Sweet Jones! Jones! | |
| It' s goin down! | |
| Hold up... Pimp C | |
| They wanna rob like us, wanna talk like us us! | |
| ass z wanna bark like us us! | |
| Suckin hoes' that | |
| I used to with | |
| In ya mind, you a , you really wanna suck my you a ! | |
| I' m puttin fresh coke on the corner uh! | |
| Got the ghetto set hot as a sauna uh! | |
| I10, I' ma win if | |
| I make it back uh! | |
| Gotta tell you t slow, through the antiwet antiwet! | |
| The laws colder than an icicle icicle | |
| Uh! And mine sour as a diced pickle | |
| Uh! My pie rest game is legit | |
| Microwave, | |
| I' m the t, rippin business from 36 36! | |
| You wanna know how | |
| I did that? | |
| Get my blow from | |
| Mexico, that' s where the scammer at scammer at! | |
| I' m talkin ' bout that flaky, flaky ' | |
| Cause you ain' t gon' win the life, hittin strippers like the dykes get Chorus: Pimp C | |
| More bounce to the ounce, ' cause the porm is t | |
| I done got me 50 ounces, | |
| I done permed this | |
| Tightened up, no slack, checkin my stock | |
| Got some birds that set a , some | |
| I go rock for rock | |
| More bounce to the ounce, ' cause the porm is t | |
| I done got me 50 ounces, | |
| I done permed this | |
| Tightened up, no slack, checkin my stock | |
| Got some birds that set a , some | |
| I go rock for rock rock for rock Scarface | |
| I started small time game, you know the tale | |
| Tennis , flipped to 7 ounces on the steel | |
| Open pot full of yellow bag of razors and resumes | |
| standing at the door with | |
| AK' s and Desert' s | |
| Stash spot for the glass, | |
| I was pu n the tinted | |
| Low hats, college rts on, lookin to get it | |
| Hit a small town, get a room close to the block | |
| Hit the scene and shoot that up and wait for the cops | |
| When it cool, put my work out, issue the passion | |
| Shoot that mother up again when z get back | |
| These mother s got a death wish, with " AK" | |
| Playin games like it ain' t no consequences of that | |
| Yeah I said it and | |
| I meant it, | |
| I got brave for a rep | |
| Playin cool, put my bait out and just wait for the cat | |
| Bloodline, purified, | |
| I' m so gangsterous with it | |
| Can' t a mother out here breathe and tell you no different, Chorus Willie D | |
| Here it is, mother, let the champagne hold | |
| Ksisi pimpin, | |
| Willie D in the do' | |
| It' s a free world, gon' hustle, get yo' scrill | |
| You can do what you wanna do, just not ' round here ' | |
| Cause this is, my hood, my block, my street | |
| You wanna sell a cool cup? | |
| You gotta go through me | |
| If the po' po' s jam you up, | |
| I ain' st to talk | |
| I' m the cat with the | |
| HTown, gangster walk | |
| Baby want me ' cause she saw me in that | |
| Chinchilla coat | |
| I' ma her in the mouth, let the nut in her throat | |
| Before buddy get out of line, | |
| I' ma get him fo' sho' | |
| But it' s gon' be about my respect, not over no hoe | |
| Let my work come up missin, you gon' kick it with dead men ' | |
| Cause | |
| I' ma beat yo' head in | |
| I been paid, been makin fast bucks | |
| you work with | |
| Whitney, shut yo' broke ass up! Chorus Bun B | |
| I' m in the project, parkin on the | |
| Westside of town town | |
| In the kitchen tryna cook myself up a couple of pounds pounds | |
| With a 4 gallon pot, a beaker kit and | |
| B12 twelve | |
| Try to whip me up a 5 piece my mutha self! self! | |
| The focus' s on how to win, doors cracked open | |
| z peekin through the blinds, for what? incase somebody scoping | |
| Rag tied around my face, why? the fumes real strong | |
| And I' ma be over the stove ' cause it' s all night long | |
| O. G. rock bone done been out on the scene scene | |
| A cowboy just like | |
| WillLean WillLean | |
| My reputation is stronger than rat piss | |
| Legendary for the lyrics and my mutha wrist huh! | |
| The brokedown seven, brought back fifteen | |
| That was still so strong, and what? it killed ten fiends | |
| That' s a mean whip game game, if ever there was | |
| But it ain' t nothin ' cause a trill do what it does with more bounce Chorus |
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