Rock 4 Rock lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C]
Uh! Uh! Check one two, one two, one two b*tch! (b*tch!)
It's goin down (goin down!).. know what I'm talkin 'bout!? (talkin' bout!?)
Sweet Jones! (Jones!) It's goin down! Hold up...

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
They wanna talk like us, wanna walk like us (us!)
pus*y ass n*ggas wanna bark like us (us!)
Suckin hoes' pus*y that I used to f*ck with
In ya mind, you a b*tch, you really wanna suck my di*k (you a b*tch!)
I'm puttin fresh coke on the corner (uh!)
Got the ghetto set hot as a sauna (uh!)
I-10, I'mma win if I make it back (uh!)
Gotta take sh*t slow, through that Anahuac (Anahuac!)
The laws colder than an icicle (icicle)
Uh! And mine sour as a diced pickle
Uh! My Pyrex game is legit
Microwave, I'm the sh*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

[Hook: Pimp C]
More bounce to the ounce, cause the porm is sh*t
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this b*tch
Tightened up, no slack, b*tches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a n*gga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, cause the porm is sh*t
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this b*tch
Tightened up, no slack, b*tches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a n*gga, some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)
[Verse 2: Scarface]
I started small time dope game, you know the tale
Tennis balls, flipped to 7 ounces on the steel
Open pot full of yellow bag of razors and resumes
n*gga standing at the door with AK's and Desert's
Stash spot for the glass, I was pushin the tinted
Low hats, college shirts on, lookin to get it
Hit a small town, get a room close to the block
Hit the scene and shoot that b*tch up and wait for the cops
When it cool, put my work out, issue the passion
Shoot that motherf*cker up again when n*ggas get back
These motherf*ckers got a death wish, f*ckin' 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 motherf*cker out here breathe and tell you no different, b*tches

[Hook: Pimp C]
More bounce to the ounce, cause the porm is sh*t
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this b*tch
Tightened up, no slack, b*tches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a n*gga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, cause the porm is sh*t
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this b*tch
Tightened up, no slack, b*tches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a n*gga, some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)
[Verse 3: Willie D]
Here it is, motherf*cker, 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'mma f*ck her in the mouth, let the nut in her throat
Before buddy get out of line, I'mma get him fo' sho'
But it's gon' be about my respect, not over no ho
Let my work come up missin, you gon' kick it with dead men
Cause b*tch I'mma beat yo' head in
I been paid, been makin fast bucks
n*gga you work with Whitney, shut yo' broke ass up!

[Hook: Pimp C]
More bounce to the ounce, cause the porm is sh*t
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this b*tch
Tightened up, no slack, b*tches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a n*gga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, cause the porm is sh*t
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this b*tch
Tightened up, no slack, b*tches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a n*gga, some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)
[Verse 4: 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 muthaf*ckin self! (self!)
The focus's on how to win, doors cracked open
n*ggas peekin through the blinds, (for what?) incase somebody scoping
Rag tied around my face, (why?) the fumes real strong
And I'mma be over the stove cause it's all night long
O.G. rock bone done been out on the scene (scene)
A cocaine cowboy just like Will-Lean (Will-Lean)
My reputation is stronger than rat p*ss
Legendary for the lyrics and my muthaf*ckin 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 n*gga do what it does with more bounce

[Hook: Pimp C]
More bounce to the ounce, cause the porm is sh*t
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this b*tch
Tightened up, no slack, b*tches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a n*gga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, cause the porm is sh*t
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this b*tch
Tightened up, no slack, b*tches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a n*gga, some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)