rock, rock this house We're gonna rock, gonna rock, rock this house We're gonna rock, gonna rock, rock this house We're gonna rock, gonna rock, rock this house We're gonna rock, rock
curbes The B S H just blaze in this muthafucka The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka I should let off a couple straighs in this muthafuck Fuck
a conscience? I think not, cause if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference I'd rather be pushing rock
: [Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
a conscience? I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference I'd rather be pushing rock
x6] You can run an tell my city I'm on [x6] You can run an tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B King of the Trill also one of the dopest, Whether the
(Na meen b war) yeah Bounce Bounce Come on Come on That's what I'm talking baby Right there baby (The right way this is our house) Allah is god muslims
it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out Now, i go by the name of the king adrock I don't wear
's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out Now, i go by the name of the king adrock I don't wear a
: (Feat. Nas, JS) [Nate Dogg & (Nas)] (All star baby) Young quick see (F-U-B-U) Lately all I see is D-P-G (Q-B, L-B-C niggas) When I turn the radio
: [Nate Dogg & (Nas)] (All star baby) Young quick see (F-U-B-U) Lately all I see is D-P-G (Q-B, L-B-C niggas) <a href="http://www.testimania.com/"&
up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro livin' in a tight house big as the White House You fucked
Leave with her in my car Hit it with my stunner on like a rock star I know you all think I'm crazy Kells gonna wild B-I-ITCH This is just a freestyle
this is how we comin' in 1998 The Alkaholiks, X, and King Tee the great "It's the Likwit Crew, King Tee, Mister X to the Z, Ah,ah, Alkaholiks, Likwit
King Tee we go dippin' Through the streets Pumpin' hard core Likwit beats Flowin' air blowin' loungin' Inn them leather seats Think gback how we used to rock the house
