Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Out, artist - CES Cru. Album song Catastrophic Event Specialists, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.02.2017
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Rock Out |
| Look it |
| I do mean to be too mean |
| Shining like I do with new bling |
| And anybody wanna bite our routine |
| Will get cut like stella with the groove thing, back |
| And I mean that, bro homo |
| I’ll cut that cunt looking like I don’t know |
| I don’t care, you can stand right there |
| I’ll still play the money shot back in slow-mo |
| And four for the photo |
| I got zero tolerance for the po-po |
| They’re unaware that I know |
| How to get whenever we ducking the five o |
| Look alive, this my show |
| That said, I don’t gotta be macho |
| Moving the merchandise, I’m like Costco |
| Chop cheddar it’s redder when it’s not yours |
| Killer city committee we got shots for |
| Anybody who thinking that we not dope |
| They taking aim when I’m not close |
| Claim they can hang, we’re like gyro |
| Shit ain’t the same and I got jokes |
| Punchlines connected with my quotes |
| I’m on a landslide and I got votes |
| And I’m leaping off of that top rope |
| Coming in hot like I wanna chop throats |
| CES Cru, we the new hip hop hope |
| One in a million will not rock boats |
| And they wondering is it ever gonna stop nope, please |
| With enemies like these we don’t need anymore |
| We made a path and we came through it |
| Put a snake and a bat on the back of a fan when you rep that Strange Music |
| Suck my soul and I’ll eat your funky emotions |
| Rock out, rock out |
| Rock out, rock out |
| Do my own thang |
| What they gon' say? |
| no say |
| Break it out my pocket when I pay for play |
| Book a three k for booker DJ |
| With the spirit of the Andre tell him obey |
| I see my face in the Midi gold frame |
| Crime in the city but the city won’t say |
| Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane |
| I’m a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane |
| I’m doing great, got my syllables straight |
| Turn a rapper yellow with the killer cold play |
| Feeling myself, they be feeling old age |
| I strip away they ego, I don’t need a codename |
| Mister billion a, really don’t play |
| Augment a intellect silicone brain |
| Numbing up my nerve now I’m feeling no pain |
| Loading up a gun but will it go bang |
| And they wanna ask, is he okay |
| Are you serious, I’m doing just fine |
| I was living down low, you was up high |
| From the underground now we’re moving up, climb |
| I’m a drop another album do it up fly |
| Bust another round now it’s shoot-em-up time |
| I don’t gotta gap but I gotta mouthpiece |
| Put 'em onto the mat and I pin 'em down count three |
| I’m a push a boundary coming for the bounty |
| Man I wasn’t wonder why could they diggy-doubt me |
| Take a va-cay, I never been to Maui |
| Never dream about sleep, but I’m feeling drowsy |
| So they know a couple things and they wanna out me |
| Zipping up a lip when they come around me |
| Talking bad you don’t wanna fuck around please |
| Godemis, U-B-I, with the killer clown G, the king |
| One thing 'bout rock music when ya good, you get them dames |
| White bitches, they want the main vein |
| Wanna get ahead of the pack to give brain |
| Put the middle leg in they lap |
| Get it wrapped then they begging for that |
| Matter fact, if you got the stacks say where the orgy at |
| Then a lot of whores come for the sack |
| Ain’t nobody fucking with the sinner, no solely shit |
| Keeping it popping, that’s how the most stay rich |
| When I go lay hits, get a hoe way lit |
| Then I’m off in her mouth and I be the Colgate bitch |
| Uh, Everybody love a nigga ripping it |
| Uh, Make a lot of money then I’m kicking it |
| Uh, why ya lady begging me to dip it in |
| Uh, stick it in, Uh, Uh, Uh |
| You can bet the N9na got guts |
| Every chick been around me got fucked |
| And she never better come around and make it pop up |
| Cause I’m bussin on everything and make her mop up |
| Then smoke that, super loud and we |
| Choke that, looking around will be |
| So fat, back in her mouth and she throat that (Bo-sack) |
| I got the cottonmouth |
| She stuck in here with my jocking mouth |
| Can’t understand what she talking 'bout |
| When she making a blood spit Sriracha out |
| Tecca N9na got you lots of clout |
| I gotta be real with you |
| I got a big feeling you dropping out |
| Cause we took her the cocking route |
| That’s the way that we rocking out |
| Bitch |
| Suck my soul and I’ll eat your funky emotions |
| Rock out, rock out |
| Rock out, rock out |
| Bust my load and she eats up, that’s called devotion |
| Rock out, rock out |
| Rock out, rock out |