| Look it
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| I do mean to be too mean
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| Shining like I do with new bling
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| And anybody wanna bite our routine
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| Will get cut like stella with the groove thing, back
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| And I mean that, bro homo
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| I’ll cut that cunt looking like I don’t know
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| I don’t care, you can stand right there
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| I’ll still play the money shot back in slow-mo
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| And four for the photo
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| I got zero tolerance for the po-po
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| They’re unaware that I know
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| How to get whenever we ducking the five o
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| Look alive, this my show
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| That said, I don’t gotta be macho
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| Moving the merchandise, I’m like Costco
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| Chop cheddar it’s redder when it’s not yours
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| Killer city committee we got shots for
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| Anybody who thinking that we not dope
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| They taking aim when I’m not close
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| Claim they can hang, we’re like gyro
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| Shit ain’t the same and I got jokes
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| Punchlines connected with my quotes
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| I’m on a landslide and I got votes
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| And I’m leaping off of that top rope
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| Coming in hot like I wanna chop throats
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| CES Cru, we the new hip hop hope
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| One in a million will not rock boats
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| And they wondering is it ever gonna stop nope, please
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| With enemies like these we don’t need anymore
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| We made a path and we came through it
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| Put a snake and a bat on the back of a fan when you rep that Strange Music
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| Suck my soul and I’ll eat your funky emotions
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| Rock out, rock out
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| Rock out, rock out
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| Do my own thang
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| What they gon' say? |
| no say
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| Break it out my pocket when I pay for play
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| Book a three k for booker DJ
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| With the spirit of the Andre tell him obey
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| I see my face in the Midi gold frame
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| Crime in the city but the city won’t say
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| Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane
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| I’m a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane
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| I’m doing great, got my syllables straight
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| Turn a rapper yellow with the killer cold play
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| Feeling myself, they be feeling old age
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| I strip away they ego, I don’t need a codename
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| Mister billion a, really don’t play
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| Augment a intellect silicone brain
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| Numbing up my nerve now I’m feeling no pain
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| Loading up a gun but will it go bang
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| And they wanna ask, is he okay
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| Are you serious, I’m doing just fine
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| I was living down low, you was up high
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| From the underground now we’re moving up, climb
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| I’m a drop another album do it up fly
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| Bust another round now it’s shoot-em-up time
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| I don’t gotta gap but I gotta mouthpiece
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| Put 'em onto the mat and I pin 'em down count three
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| I’m a push a boundary coming for the bounty
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| Man I wasn’t wonder why could they diggy-doubt me
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| Take a va-cay, I never been to Maui
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| Never dream about sleep, but I’m feeling drowsy
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| So they know a couple things and they wanna out me
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| Zipping up a lip when they come around me
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| Talking bad you don’t wanna fuck around please
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| Godemis, U-B-I, with the killer clown G, the king
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| One thing 'bout rock music when ya good, you get them dames
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| White bitches, they want the main vein
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| Wanna get ahead of the pack to give brain
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| Put the middle leg in they lap
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| Get it wrapped then they begging for that
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| Matter fact, if you got the stacks say where the orgy at
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| Then a lot of whores come for the sack
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with the sinner, no solely shit
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| Keeping it popping, that’s how the most stay rich
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| When I go lay hits, get a hoe way lit
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| Then I’m off in her mouth and I be the Colgate bitch
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| Uh, Everybody love a nigga ripping it
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| Uh, Make a lot of money then I’m kicking it
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| Uh, why ya lady begging me to dip it in
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| Uh, stick it in, Uh, Uh, Uh
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| You can bet the N9na got guts
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| Every chick been around me got fucked
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| And she never better come around and make it pop up
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| Cause I’m bussin on everything and make her mop up
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| Then smoke that, super loud and we
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| Choke that, looking around will be
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| So fat, back in her mouth and she throat that (Bo-sack)
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| I got the cottonmouth
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| She stuck in here with my jocking mouth
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| Can’t understand what she talking 'bout
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| When she making a blood spit Sriracha out
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| Tecca N9na got you lots of clout
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| I gotta be real with you
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| I got a big feeling you dropping out
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| Cause we took her the cocking route
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| That’s the way that we rocking out
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| Bitch
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| Suck my soul and I’ll eat your funky emotions
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| Rock out, rock out
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| Rock out, rock out
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| Bust my load and she eats up, that’s called devotion
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| Rock out, rock out
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| Rock out, rock out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rock Out , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Catastrophic Event Specialists, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп