Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Rock 'n' Roll Into Something Beautiful, artist - Bob Baldwin. Album song Rejoice, in the genre ДжазDate of issue: 20.05.1990
Record label: City Sketches
Song language: English
Let's Rock 'n' Roll Into Something Beautiful |
| My life is a movie |
| This rap shit is a hobby |
| I’m fucked up in this club |
| And if you with me, you somebody |
| I’m a cool ass chick |
| But I ain’t got no time to talk |
| If these niggas getting money |
| Tell em' bring dem bands out |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out (my life is a movie) |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out |
| If you really getting money |
| Tell em' bring dem bands out (go) |
| Bring dem bands out (my life is a movie) |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out |
| If you really getting money |
| Tell em' bring dem bands out |
| Okay, if molly say I’m popping |
| Then I guess I’m really famous |
| I heard Mary’s getting jealous |
| Let her burn like Usher Raymond |
| No confessions, but I’m cocky |
| Flow so cold, we can play hockey |
| Got this boxer on my wrist |
| Cause evidently bitch I’m Rocky |
| I dumbed it down for the stupid chicks |
| Tell her wrap it up, first aid kit |
| If you hit my line, don’t be surprised |
| If I’m on the move, like a road trip |
| Are we there yet? |
| Cause I’m so inpatient |
| All my niggas got an occupation |
| And if they don’t, I put them on the stove |
| And if you get me hot, then I’ma let em taste it |
| Stad down, fingers up |
| Swisher loaded, rental truck |
| Fat pack, no lunch sack |
| But I’m eating good, I should have been a chef |
| My hats off to my bitch Lucci |
| My best friend, life introduced me |
| Move boo, look what money do |
| We don’t hit the club without a camera crew |
| Cause we |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out (my life is a movie) |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out |
| If you really getting money |
| Tell em' bring dem bands out (go) |
| Bring dem bands out (my life is a movie) |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out |
| If you really getting money |
| Tell em' bring dem bands out |
| Okay it’s Lucci Vee |
| I’m checking in |
| Wanna verse with me |
| Better break a band |
| Make a lotta dough |
| I’m the baking man |
| But no patty cake, talking Benjamin |
| Shout out to Tink, she a G fo' show |
| Keep the beat up, that’s nice and flow |
| And my pussy real sweet, like a Popsicle |
| So my nigga eat it up like Pappadeaux |
| I’m balling bitch, Superbowl |
| Short hair busser, Ocho |
| Look up to me |
| I’m a god to hoes |
| Cause I’m stacking bread, got a mean loaf |
| That’s all me, no drinks |
| Straight flexin' on em', ballet |
| And I get a lot of cheese, like souffle |
| Plus the money rolling in, by the bouquet |
| See me coming, move out my way |
| Ya’ll want beef, she better grab a steak |
| With these clown hoes, I will not play |
| Cause I’ll hit it first, like Ray J |
| So don’t fuck with me, cause you know I’m worth it |
| Top me off, just like I earned it |
| It’s Lucci Vee and Tink G |
| Bring dem bands out, you wanna fuck with me |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out (my life is a movie) |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out |
| If you really getting money |
| Tell em' bring dem bands out (go) |
| Bring dem bands out (my life is a movie) |
| Bring dem, bring dem bands out |
| If you really getting money |
| Tell em' bring dem bands out |