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I'm more than just Your average girl I'd like to turn me up And show the world Aw, yea 'Cuz some can talk the talk But this girl just wants to rock I
'd better stay on the porch In Minnesota, Virginia Beach Wisconsin, I got freaks Atlanta, Little Rock Louisville, it don't stop Kansas City, Missouri I rock
about that il put all your plans on lock,make you put all your mans on the spot,im totally everything that your not,im totally mad,you've lost the plot
, soul tracks I'm blessing Pass the mic over here, so I can test it Check one check two, we's about to set it When the Brothers rock the party, you'll
can't hold the transmission Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle) Two to rock rhyme (two to rock
Yo he's full of it Yeah Yeah Yeah come on now (you can have the track) Somebody somebody somebody If you wanna party say party: party Say party: party
travel down the blindside And see what we find on this path called, 'Stranded on death row' So duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks
was supporting the claim, all you gangsta acts y'all be guerillas on tracks, but relax, cause this is just wax, tell em again, you gangsta acts be guerillas on tracks
. To live their own parade I do it my way! Ow! I can be soft and sweet Or louder than the radio, radio I can be sophisticated or totally go! Totally
from actin', he's screaming out How he practiced rap and now he's devout Every album track packs what he's about In the past he passed with passion, old fashioned" Boldly mashing, totally
today Cuttin up 'Rock the Bells' LL Cool J and many more, Robbie Swift and he raw Roc Raida, number one chop innovator Total Eclipse, man you know that
sticker and t-shirt Got a representation of my name and face I rock beats that tina yothers morning sickness without makeup ugly dusty Fucked up four track
beat, subject of discuss-cussion You're motivated-vated, to aid a percussion-cussion There's no glo-glory, for this story-story It-it rock-rock in any
on the track Where the fuck you at? (Tical) Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Shut the fuck up) I'm pluggin' in them social skills That keep my total
is the lil' man speaking right now, yo, Timbaland, kick it If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the printer If it's ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the
