| Rock da spot
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| Rock da spot
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| Rock da spot
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| I’m the bomb, ringin' off all types alarms
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| My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann’s
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| Aggravated assault, against an MC
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| Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees
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| It’s mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick
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| You can quote this, I’m the Moby Dick of dopeness
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| Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk
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| I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York
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| I don’t push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
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| With a tape deck, if it’s feasible
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| Tell the truth, I don’t own a Lex Coupe
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| But I get you souped when I rock respect due
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| I’sa nice nigga that wanna get diced
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| Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice
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| E Double if you feel me hit me once, a breaker one, a breaker two
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| 'Cause trouble to you family and friends
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| Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends
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| Got caught out there 'cause you a Mack without 10
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| Punch you in your chin
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| The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay cooler than a double L
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| Turn a felony to a misdemeanor
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| Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
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| Fuck that, still walk out holdin' my strap
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| Blunt, grabbin' my weiner
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| Now first of all I go for broke, check the third quarter note
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| I make you feel like your water broke
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| Can’t tell whether male or female
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| I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can’t tell
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| All aboard my balls, 'cause my dick don’t got a lot of room
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| For the rest of y’all
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| Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight
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| Rock indo and out-do', dick run in and out yo'
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| Bitch, about nine inch up the clit
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| Can you feel me comin', yeah I usually make 'em shit
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| I shines MC’s up for auction
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| So I can sell 'em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
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| Let’s lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down
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| And turn into an ass-kicking holiday
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| Word, I rolls with the Funklord
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| With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
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| He’s bleeding get the gauze
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| He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for
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| Push the clip in, slide the top back
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| Make sure it’s off safety, in case he wanna counteract
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| Shit like that get me vexed
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| So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck’s
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| Rock da spot
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| Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
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| So you won’t forget the, black Jack the Ripper
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| Sorceror offin' y’all with techniques
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| A universal lingo, with the odd speaks
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| Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak
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| Smokin' that leak at full peak
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| Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique
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| College radio, no I mack shit like Maceo
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| Yeah, the East Coast West Coast dick giver
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| I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver
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| Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw
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| Shit you never seen before
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| So when you come inside, and do the front
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| Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don’t run
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| Relax your minds, let your conscious be free
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| And get money, and G’s and roll these trees
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| When I’m gonna rock da spot
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| Rock da spot
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| This is DJ Saywhat, on this motherfucker
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| Comin' to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rock Da Spot , by - Redman. Song from the album Muddy Waters, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп