Letras:
Rock City Love Shop

trade it all [P.Diddy] Fabolous Diddy Desert Storm Rock on, rock on Bad Boy, yeah Rock on, rock on DJ Clue, Duro Rock on, rock on I trade it all, baby

walking through the city Past a phone shop and a homeless man Was lying there looked almost dead And no one seemed to bother I ran into a rock and roll

will never fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon

love that many places. Pros and cons, flics between the races. He hold the rock, call for sweat shops. Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops. The

lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me Love

i got what ya like, it must be nice to rock that ice, and tell ya best friends that ya livin' the good life, yeah, she love my style, she love my looks

lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz, I'm Murder City

ain't a trout spot serving it to a block I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks I wish a motherfucker would

scoops make the coupe look like Pinocchio I'm rich bitch, I should drop cash The inside of the ?lac look like a wood shop class And these women gimme love