[Intro: Rock]
Pardon us for the inconvenience
Due to some unfortunate circ*mstances
My black ass couldn't make to the first album
You see, the punk ass police had my ass locked down
While it was goin down
Operation Lockdown is goin from the bottom to the top now
All ya punk muthaf*ckas, how that sound?
[Buckshot]
It all started out, one night
When I got the call from my n*gga Rock
Son, I need a Glock, it's twelve o'clock
But, f*ck the hour, my n*gga need fire power
Callin the General, to the circle to supply the need
Roll the weed, get high, let the smoke block my eye
High degree, steady regulatin P.D.R
Permanent di*k Ridin n*ggas get in your car
Muthaf*ck them n*ggas that's playin the bar
My n*ggas playin you close, you play my n*ggas far
Superstar wit a glass jaw, easily broke
Hit, hit by the rubber grip, easily toke
Got psyched motherf*cker cause you saw my height
Got rocked by my n*gga Rock floored you right
It's some sh*t that's gon' happen, if it happen tonight
Crossover n*ggas might see the crossover light
[Rock]
Oh, oh, oh, who want to test y'all
The R.O.C.K.N.E Double S, yo
I stress to ya before, you want beef, we only set war
We'll be dressed like monks, lickin in front ya door wit four-fours
I miss ya last time, I was locked up
So flruck on ya punk ass coppers, hard rock n*ggas I got ya
Me and B.D. we B.C.C., tell O.G.C., parle, this one's a freebie
Fake g's please, I love you like it was your twelfth birthday
Street sweeps like beast Tuesday and Thursday
Sting ya like my sign do, I'ma Scorpio
Ask your girl, she oughta know, I make her horny-o
(talking)
[Buckshot]
Click, click, booyao! How you like us now
Brook-lan, weed style, shorty wanna f*ck
But she ain't see me in a while, but it's aight
sh*t I'm f*ckin anyway, you know what scorpion's like
We like big asses and freaks that's wit it
The one's that never argue when it's time to hit it
This little nappy headed b*tch tried to stick me for a G
Fake stripper, hit my pockets while she rided me
sh*t felt like a n*gga want to c*m in his pants
Didn't know I had my gun in my pants
Grabbed my sh*t, gun on her thigh
Looked in the eye, "Pass me my money, so you're trick ass don't die"
I ain't a playa, I ain't a pimp, you a thug-a-don
Walk straight, while them n*ggas lift
f*ck them fake pretty n*ggas, my name on blimps
Poison in my tail leave them n*ggas hence
(talking)
[Rock]
You seen my Boot Camp, now peep my Magnum Force, muthaf*ckas
Dirtiest Players in the Game, ask your mother
I f*ck her, dug her for a buck, and love the booty
And she told me, exactly where to find you g
Plus your girl Sleepin in my Bed like Dru Hill
You know she messin wit my head to, what shoe fill
We don't give a wiggy, what about your feelings and morals
Don't like it, you can get a di*k up in your oral
So stop flauntin, you three wannabes want beef, why?
Cuz the three chicks you punks want, want me
Wit my bummy ass, you need to be shame
That's cuz I'm straight up, and y'all run to much game
And they love the fact that I'm skinny and hit like them cops be
Combos have, even my foes screamin Rocky
Rocky, Rocky, he's the greatest, you can't stop me
You're copied, you come out, sloppy
You're shocked g, about the f*ck up
We beat that ass for fun, my whole crews Rude like Rick the Ravishin
I ain't askin ya enough, and I'm comin thru blastin and snuffin
Get clapped in the budgets, for actin and frontin
So stop bluffin muthaf*ckas
[Outro]
See, that's the most high dimensional
Muthaf*ckin mind of the scorpion
God damn, float like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion
Word up, muthaf*ckas