| Black rock! |
| Black rock, black rock, black rock
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| Three, two
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| KRS-One, he explained black cop
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| We mix it with guitars and we made it «Black Rock»
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| We slam in the club and you can still get shot
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| I’m on my Diddy bop, lemonade and Ciroc
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| I jump off the stage with my chain and my watch
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| Get back on stage with my chain and my watch
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| Where New York at? |
| Damn, we miss Big Pop?
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| Got West Coast love, wish I could bring back Pac
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| I’m in the back drop, the haters gotta love
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| I keep a Glock in my «Rock & Republic», make me pop off in public
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| Broad day people watch and do nothing
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| They stop and start running and gunning, then cock it and dump it
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| Now niggas wanna change the topic or subject
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| Hip-hop ain’t dead yet, it just got shot in the stomach
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| They throw their gats like us, when they act like us
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| But nobody on the corner got ratchets like us
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| Black rock! |
| Black rock, black rock, black rock
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| Black rock! |
| Black rock *Whatcha*
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| Black rock! |
| Black rock, black rock, black rock
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| Three, two
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| Yo I’m Black Rock, i’m all skull and bones
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| I’m heavy metal mostly the lead and chrome
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| I’m coming back from hell and I’m headed home
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| You’re nobody till they kill you and you’re dead and gone
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| My niguh Dro got tats I only got scars
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| My skateboards is luxury cars
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| See women are from Venus and men are from Mars
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| I shot for a sky, missed, now I’m amongst the stars
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| And I ain’t no alkie, I know my limit
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| Shit, I always stop drinking when the room starts spinning
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| When I’m up in the spot I command attention
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| My name’s Sticky Fingaz but my hands be itching
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| From Carhartt to Chrome watch surprised i’m breathing
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| I sleep with the sunrise and wake up in the evening
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| I’m on the prowl like I never say vows I’m too wild
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| Black rock! |
| Black rock, black rock, black rock
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| Black rock! |
| Black rock
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| Black rock! |
| Black rock, black rock, black rock |