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