Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bozak, artist - Roc Marciano. Album song Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Marci Enterprises
Song language: English
Bozak |
| Rock the rope, no joke |
| Bang you with the sock and soap |
| I’m locked in the flow |
| How could it be not so? |
| But why gloat? |
| Keep rocks to tote, behind the console |
| Y’all weak, let the Don flow |
| Like Don down the god throat |
| Cigar smoke at park slope |
| Car float like a wood log boat |
| Cook more coke, rock that couture coat |
| I meant well, pray the good lord know |
| Only did work to get more dough |
| Slang work, let them pitbulls roam |
| Through the home, cocaine slang through the nose |
| Music really orgasmic |
| The glass stick might crack a bit |
| Slave owner, make 'em crack the whip on they back and shit |
| I’m beating 'em hard, defeating the odds |
| Getting my feet massaged at the lodge, free of charge |
| While the meat get slabbed |
| I feel the need to discharge (uhh) |
| Spit these bars for grip, but this get rich scheme of ours |
| Ride around in the meanest cars, I seen it in the genie’s ball |
| Signs of the times is written like graffiti on the wall |
| For me to y’all, read the bars from a pimp daily |
| Sincerely, yours |
| Marc |
| The man, the mac |
| Keep my hand on the mac like Mad Max |
| From that I got a bad back |
| Gat at least a half of shack off the gun rack |
| Just keep where I’m at under the raps |
| That’s the catch ol' chap |
| Don’t make me go inside the backpack |
| Then you can hold that, lick the Bozak |
| G’s on the table, green sable |
| Squeeze, hey, you’ll catch 3 in the navel |
| Bleed till you start seeing angels |
| Scene is tranquil, learn to seem not to be ungrateful |
| The sheet drape you all you seen was his feet and ankles |
| Free the dangle like a Run DMC cable |
| Being strangled in the fiend angle |
| Clean angle riding beast stable |
| Let the piece fade you, rest in peace may you |
| When I come to repay you |
| Revenge is sweet like tree maple |
| You unloyal nigga be faithful |
| It will be faithful when your meets cradle |
| Leak tomato on the street lay you |
| Not be anal but you weak fables ain’t deep |
| Slay you and let the .38 long steam Bathe you |
| You lame you, peep how I came through |
| Show that ass a thing or two |
| It ain’t get your crew, and then the thang-thang blew |
| Man, the mac |
| Keep my hand on the mac like Mad Max |
| From that I got a bad back |
| Gat least a half of shack off the gun rack |
| Just keep where I’m at, under the raps |
| That’s the catch ol' chap |
| Don’t make me go inside the backpack |
| Then you can hold that, lick the Bozak |