Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock & Roll, artist - Naughty By Nature. Album song Iicons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.04.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Rock & Roll |
| And y’all thought it was over |
| (Nah nah it ain’t over 'til the fat bitch sings my nigga) |
| We ready to Rock &Roll God damn it? |
| (Fuck Yeah) |
| Dirty Jers'/New Jerusaluem |
| (Shaolin) |
| Naughty by Nature motherfuckers |
| (Wu-Tang my niggaz) |
| Grab your hat bitch |
| Dum-dum-dum there they go |
| Gettin the realism, statin' the great prism |
| Journalism, the Moses writin', graffitti on the state prison |
| Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit |
| Hate related, he’s the closest that I lost since Pac (Tupac) |
| Got the glock blown, ready to Rock &Roll |
| Give me a shot that go up the most |
| Cop the blow, nock us no |
| Finger fuck the fair place, that’s in the stairway |
| Gut a motherfucker, gotta die to get airplay |
| If I can’t spray the airwaves, like a great AK |
| You stay where you lay babe, «fuck you"is what I dare say |
| Hatin' niggaz cuz it ain’t passion for rappin' or axin' |
| So sell extortion and jackin', what’s happenin'? |
| What’s that? |
| The clappin', they’rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains |
| I’ll be mackin' and actin' like a nigga scratchin' for super passion |
| (Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C’mon!) |
| Rotten and dazed cuz I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye) |
| World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo |
| Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel |
| Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo |
| Ready to Rock &Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) |
| Ready to Rock &Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) |
| Ready to Rock &Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) |
| M.C.'s have the right to remain silent |
| Everything you say can and will be held against y’all punk muh’fuckers |
| And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya |
| Me need ya? |
| That’ll be the. |
| day, ya bustas |
| Son suffer, the consequences, for askin' |
| Competition get an ass kickin' so tremendous |
| I throw my draws in it |
| Who representin' for The Projects tennants since Day One? |
| Shit is gettin' deep out here, run your garments son |
| Like niggaz when the police department come |
| Yes y’all, Mef y’all, stank ass an' all |
| I’m too off the hook it don’t make no sense to call |
| 1−900-Eat-shit, I get get my cobra cock |
| Might death blow, close your eye |
| Ready to Rock &Roll, I lock your load |
| I blow the block some mo' |
| Undercover like sellin' cops some blow |
| Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell |
| Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members |
| Crunk as fuck, walkin' in with the pump tucked |
| Punks get it nigga, we even jump sluts |
| How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5 |
| I ride with tools I made out of school supplies |
| I show you it’s not serious for y’all |
| Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble) |
| You niggaz know when you pissed 'em off |
| I turn gorilla with football equipment on |
| Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I’m 'bout to tap ya foul |
| Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out |
| Hang up, phone calls ain’t gon' happen now |
| An' I’m straight facin', you niggaz can’t ask around |