| C’mon let’s go! |
| Yeah
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| It’s beautiful, c’mon, keep marchin
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| Everybody say HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY (HEY, HEY!)
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| Now if you got toast, you keep your shots low
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| You hug the block close, we rock on and on
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| Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
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| You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
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| Now if you real fly, fuck with a real guy
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| Give them your real eye, we rock on and on
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| You keep yo' heels high, keep it real tight
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| Who gettin real high? |
| We rock on and on
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| Yeah, I flow beautiful like a Zab Judah blow
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| (Traffic) like Benecio, (Suspect) is (Usual)
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| Cut checks like cuticles, bust tecs at funerals
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| My sound freak you out like rough sex in the studio
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| I blow the back out the track when I black out
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| Got the spot maxed out, people in the front pass out
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| Security carry that ass out
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| Get in the zone when I’m stoned like I live in a glass house
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| Last bout I was in started to get real serious
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| Homeboy got dropped and spazzed out like mysterious
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| The boy in the hood with the furious style
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| We in the age of Aquarius now, yo
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| I show pain in the manner of Coltrane’s «Alabama»
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| Niggas wanna blaze a hammer
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| «Real girls get down on the flo'» like David Banner when I handle my shit
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| I go banana clips you walkin where the animals live
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| Now everybody say (HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!)
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| Yo, the way I spit is ghetto
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| Like when niggas pray over beef like Khalil and get the metal 'til the shit is
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| settled
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| I pull strings like Geppetto did Pinocchio
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| Y’all niggas sing to po-po like, K-Ci and JoJo or Sisqo and Nokio
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| LeLe and Coco y’all, Sisters With Voices
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| Y’all, lyrics are pointless
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| My lyrics annoint like, oils and ointments
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| I had a big death but I missed my appointment
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| Y’all walkin through the valley while I run through it
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| Every party we come through makin the «Gun Music»
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| Practice the (Art of War), don’t make me Sun Tzu it
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| I put them knots in yo' head 'til you can’t undo it
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| You can’t unscrew it, ladies wanna take it off
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| All they want is piece of mind so I break 'em off
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| I grab the game by the balls until I made it cough
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| And made these bitch ass niggas take they make-up off
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| Everybody say (HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!)
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| Yeah, get it right, Talib Kweli |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rock On , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Right About Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп