Letras:
Clutch Who Wants To Rock

Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well. What you need you know I got. So hands up, who wants to rock?

Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well. What you need you know I got. So hands up, who wants to rock?

watch us rock the set we cast the mold bust it cold explode megatrendsetters known around the globe friends takin' you where you never been we done what we wanted craftin' poems you can rock

I'm the shit (do you want me to do it?) You should come, hang wit me, basically (do you want me to do it?) Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride

me Now I'm shining like you do It was dim before I knew you Bright light for weeping eyes to get used to Trust who, that's some shit to adjust to Soon

a tight compadre who will teach me how to rock. My father thinks you're evil, But man, he can suck a cock. Rock is not The Devil's work, It's magical

mic dicks When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!" Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out 'Who is these righteous motherfuckers

something foreign, soarin', 145 The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly I want it all, no lie Picture me pourin', poppin' something imported Pedal flooring, clutch

the fuck nigga duck you ain't fuckin' with this Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who