Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Rocks, artist - BabyDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On The Rocks |
| I keep my rims — On the rocks |
| I keep my jims' - On the rocks |
| I keep my drink — On the rocks |
| That’s how I’m living — +My Life, My Life, My Life+ |
| I keep my briefs — On the rocks |
| I keep my platinum teef’s — They on the rocks |
| I keep my bank — on the rocks |
| That’s how I’m living — +My Life, My Life, My Life+ |
| + (Jazze Pha) |
| You see that silver satin ma', thats beautiful daddy |
| I put them 22 rocks on that brand new Caddy |
| Y’kno AMG wit' chromed kit pipes |
| (Lord Lord Lord that’s a beautiful site) |
| Aiy its a milli-milli nigga, milli-milli-milli nigga |
| Million blocks, million in rocks nigga, million cars |
| The Ro-Roc-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your toy |
| It’s the Birdman daddy, no time na' pause |
| If y’kno it’s gon' rain let it rock ya fall |
| Don’t non come from top, But birds and ball |
| I’m grateful for the man that gave it all |
| But I rock my world and I thank the man |
| 'Cuz I came in this bitch wit' my dick in my hand |
| Got that Caddy on broaders, block milla-walla |
| Nine-millimeter make the baddest nigga ball up |
| My grill ma' straightened 'em all |
| Gucci — Gabanna — fuck the cost |
| Fendi — Prada — I burn it all |
| They been down we gotta ball |
| You Back it up — I’m loving that |
| I’m smacking up ya shorty back |
| Gambs' is up, better stack, I bought the truck |
| I covered that, Ghetto rich still lock them thangs |
| Money still in mansions man |
| CMB, 10 a ki', wodie ain’t nothing changed |
| But I still got my ghetto stripes |
| Red — blue and yellow ice |
| That’s all I rock, fuck the cops |
| They want me in that jail fa' life |
| Aiy, I’m Stuntin' tanight |
| Whoo! |
| It’s going down tanight |
| Hmm Hmm, I’m popping come Crist' |
| I’m looking fa some hoes ta put on my list |
| Fits Tailored in the 'Vette with that platinum ass |
| That Gucci rag with the Bird in the bag |
| It’s the Prada man, you prolly see me in brand new Jag |
| Gucci tailored, ma' don’t tell me that |
| Nigga, I went from big 'Bok shoes in Rolls ta 23 inches |
| This Cadillac so y’kno I’m pimpin' |
| Fo' insuran' I don’t play that, I’m filled wit' begets |
| Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay at |
| I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley |
| Buyin' rims by the feet 'cuz they short on inches |
| Look I’m on the block nigga, off the top nigga |
| Go and cop nickels — something on the rocks nigga |
| + ('Lac) |
| Look I spend my cash, Hood Rich (nigga don’t ask) |
| Croc-a-dile interior, the platinum glass |
| 22 inch buttons on that G-Wag |
| Got the mink on the floor, swine seats lil' daddy |
| I’m the boss of the ghetto in the '98 Caddy |
| It’s big pimpin' baby, I’m Weezy Wee Daddy |
| Got the green pinky ring, the rock 30 carats |
| I keep it all hood, nigga check my status |