I'm a little rocket ship I'll take you on a little trip We'll leave this planet far behind I'm a little tired of it And you're a little weary, I can
Tradução: Galleta. Soy un cohete pequeño.
know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could
jr born that but changed my name to wayne and nigga I ain't goin back I'm kindda little but I figga I be Bigga if I sold crack so I sold dat Gs from
the cash out the shines, then I'm splittin' Niggaz say I'm chippin', but I'ma trynna make a livin' Picture me livin' in the streets, I'd rather go to
I give them yeah that's how I sick em throwing a hot potatoe these hot potatoes I ship em from a bucket I lift them these home fries I hit em ketch up
', turn it up See the money ain't a thang So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is Rock, rock on Rock, rock on Rock
it up See the money ain't a thang So, so def, roc-a-fella, collabo' You know, all we do is rock, rock on Rock, rock on, rock, rock on
a little yeah thats how I lick em yeah thats what I give them yeah thats how I sick em throwing a hot potatoe these hot potatoes I ship em from a bucket
with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple) [
could do it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid Never crack sidewalks or ride
true ynahmsayin' what the fuck I'm 'sposed to do? We can fuck around a little, gettin' down a little Rollin' through the town a little Or we can fuck around a lot While I'm
no thang Gucci umbrellas I'm openin' gotta change the weather and take a trip A little r 'n' r so I don't slip hop on a ship, better yet a plane Head
of gun shots shot past my head I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall Left a wet trail, delivered
it up, see the money ain't a thang So so Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on
I can take long trips I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships I want acres of land, I want papers in hand I want stocks and bonds, all pros
the spot, so I jetted up the block I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks of the black, I'm fully packed,