[Intro]
Gimme sone guitar K Lloyd
Yeah, i like that
Keep it going man
Rock n roll baby
Yeah we going get real drunk in this one
So, if you dont want to get knocked over
Get the hell outta my spit baby
Cause we bout' to go
Okay
[Verse 1]
I like big booty b*tches rappin and Lynyrd Skynyrd
Cases of beer cold as a Kansas City winter
Drink to get drunk then find a chick and put di*k off in her
Then make her take me shopping for kicks at Harold Pener
My family gave me rock, my family gave me rap
The streets gave me guap, the streets gave me straps
Black b*tches f*ck me, white b*tches love me
Trust me I do em both at the same time rough as rugby
Do em both to Bon Jovi, and then to Public Enemy
Energy in me definitively I'm on Hennessy and then I'm on Jimmy B
I used to have red spikes at raves, and then turn around havin blue and red fights with k's
Your parents got a cold shiver cuz a pot of gold hit a
Fatha gorilla that's a dolla go getta
And he's an awesome flow spitta
Your daughter goes wit a guy who loathes millers
Why?
[Chorus]
Cuz I'm a rock and roll n*gga
They don't understand me
God naturally tanned me
You don't like it I can be a n*gga
Rockin 600 diamonds, black and white b*tches cryin when they eyes hit this rock n roll n*gga
And i ain't changin, got my slipknot bangin and I
Swear to God I ain't never ever giving up
Fried chicken wings and Coors Light n*gga what?
[Verse 2]
High school hung with a white bruha
Came home then I went straight to Jumu'ah
Then after that I put back on my red puma
Then bark at a chick the same height and color as Uhma
And we get the lead out to Zeplin we blow the bed out
Got a call from one of the homies in trouble so yo we sped out
Got to the hood and found a rivalry took his head out
We had to show them evil motherf*ckers what that red bout
Until we find the killers you know we will search
For those who kill first we gon let the steel squirt
And this mentality's valid because we real hurt
To ease the pain I listen to Getty, Alex and Neil Pert
Growin up it was a chore, cuz I gravitated towards stuff the homies ignored
Like trippin off bad brains when on my skateboard
Even more, I named my gangsta rap label after The Doors!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
My momma made me, raised me
Played me 80's made me crazy
My father played me crazy made me aid me vaugly praised me
But im a real with a lotta will
Remembered i would kill for a dolla bill
But that all changed with strange man I gotta deal
Like every scholar in the game, got alotta mil
Still a riot maker f*ckin bring the house down
Who that gang bangin rocker wit the loud sound
That's Tecca Nina wit the sh*t that make them broads hound
Telekinesis wit my speeches get them drawers down
And that goes for the grand dragon daughters too
And the Neo-Soul conscious chicks they wanna swallow who?
The show gritter and yo little low wigger '
Better not be caught wit no sitta
[Chorus]