of country Well I wanna be in Chicago In a little sweet home I wanna sing with black men CHORUS: Well I want to get rolled In the land of rock Well
we down in Vegas, money, skies too courageous And yo, I'm on the run but still rip stages And call me Animal Thug when I'm in cages I used to proof
thought before Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore The next level or level of the whole conceptor Check it, 1, 2 Rappers Get on the mic, talk about cars
G-code And fuck them prosecutors, hustler conisuer It's We the Best forever Make sure you spread the rumor bitch [Verse 9 - Fat Joe] Good coke, hard rock
On the R train now me and 5 in the Range We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the
[E-40] I like this Rick Rock I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin
It's fried chicken collies and cornbread It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil Its the stolen blood of the earth Used to make cars run and kill
pause for the rebels who rock heavy metals And tell them that they're pharaoh so let go Come on All traces of life In our gats we carry That's used
this instead Fuck the crack rock , I rapped and hit the jackpot Now I'm on a plane writin' on my laptop It's all wiggy rockin' city to city But I still
Yeah, see I remember, how it all began I used to slang dirty raps to my P.A. fans And back then, I knew you couldn't stop this flow No other MC around
of what i done i used to rap in your basement now they say im the one i like to have a knock i handle business like its rocks and let my blind blow when
got opened off a black three-eighty This black lady in a black Mercedes Pulled out on this black man in the black land He used to sell white rocks and black cops used
baseball man, as anyone can plainly see. The straightest game in this great land. Take a little tip from me. I work here nights, parking cars, underneath
a daq' a reminise Way back, to the broke days, rocking prokays That was okay, but not good enough for mrs. fokay Damn, I used to love her like common
road) But Mrs. Avory's child was all fingers and thumbs (The road) But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums While Dave, the Rave hit the rock '
Three major players gettin papers by the layers And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon
Part 1: Now first of all keep my name off record, I'm internationally known, lyrically respected Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up, And keep a
hey What you got to say Fast bitches, fast cars, money and fame This rap shit is just like the '90's dope game Before sold out shows rocked and hoes
