Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Steady, artist - Diplo. Album song Revolution, in the genre Date of issue: 07.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mad Decent
Song language: English
Rock Steady |
| My face shining, looking like some salmon skin |
| All twelve Reggie Hammond, holding hammers him |
| Never speak, he like that short silent type |
| I’m in the mountains shovin' knives, drinking wine at night |
| Rose petals get thrown to the feet |
| Know we grow knee 'cause even in this rap don’t work we got stones in the street |
| Go down in Tallahassee, work and come home in a week |
| See me stoned in a Jeep with the chrome on the feet |
| Leather overalls, shirtless like I’m Kells in the street |
| Posing for flicks, leaning on an English whip |
| With the float ware straight from the aquarium |
| My bitch built like Secretariat, yeah, bring the chariot |
| I fuck the pussy, not marry it, world on my shoulders, dougie, I carry it |
| I’m more than happy with my bitch, she got no saggy tits |
| I’ll do it old school style and give her baggy dick |
| Rock, rock, very |
| Slow, slow, steady |
| Base, base, heavy |
| Drum, drums, ready |
| They talk in cents, diamonds in our tooths and dinner (ice) |
| Rap game Burt Reynolds in a candy canteloupe car rental |
| I’m in the trash compactor, black shades like famous actor |
| Bank account doin' gymnastics, flip |
| 40 cal. |
| in the Razorback starter jacket (Arkansas) |
| I switch up like south paw, frozen teeth look like tiger claws |
| Look like a penguin massaged my upper gums and lower jaws (igloos) |
| My wedding gifts consists of Versace blenders, ice out contenders, |
| didn’t mean to offend you |
| When I pull up the, in the candy leather |
| Flush out the system with niacin, 40 lines of the Vicodin |
| Still childish and violent, with appetite for violins |
| Disappearing act like Sister, Sister |
| Lost the biscuits, city slickers, rap game Billy Crystal |
| Pass our nuts, shit, ain’t no courtesy flush |
| Fuck black bitches till they bruise, white hoes till they flush |
| Fuck pretty bitches in their face, thick hoes in their butts |
| Bumping mace |
| sipping more lean with goldie |
| Sweaty minks in the summer like it’s snowing |
| Pummel all opponents turn gold if I concentrate |
| Scrape the plate rap for my team, bought a cheese greater |
| Eggplant, parmesan with seen him do a pushup on the back of his head |
| Acting like I’m certified, niggas get nervous when I’m walking |
| Nudge each other and whisper that’s him |
| Y’all niggas, cooch, pussies |
| I’mma cool off his noose on the loose sipping hooch |
| Flow’s out the colon, TYB chosen, bust it wide open with my staff like Moses |
| Motherfucker |
| Bounce to the left, shake it to the right |
| Now pop it up once, we gon' dance tonight |