Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas steady pushing Phantoms, we don't see the opera Niggas steady rocking
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
[Leatha Face] To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps
was a thug, he was all on his pop join' Till he got popped now he all on his rock join' I left him all on the block with his top gone Law called his mom and pop
play rappers like they grand pianos, a general Call shots like I?m Joe Bonanno, what The West is back, sep this dude ain?t black He Latino Dogg and he rock
el rock es el rey, ramalamalamalama el rock es el rey, digo ramalamalamalama el rock es el rey, siempre ramalamalamalama el rock es el rey, mmm ramalamalamalama el rock
jay Then hear me m.c. and watch me d.j. To the beat y'all and I won't stop And i'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop Everybody's tryin' to get a
dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting
grand piano look so fucking small You know probably one of many things that are small about him too And what I can I say I come race cars and punk rock
the Cooke county jail in their rendition of The Cell-block Tango. [Liz] Pop. [Annie] Six. [June] Squish. [Hunyak] Uh-Uh. [Velma] Cicero. [Mona] Lipschitz! [Liz] Pop
you don't play rock & roll & drink beer. you get laid after the concert if you play rock & roll, this kind of crap you're not gonna . . . Ian: You're
I can do the somber like in November Then rock a crowd while I'm in my pajamas Like Tito Puente, I am muy Caliente Fuck Kunta Kinte 'cuz Son is the Sensei
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to
dig it? Right on Can you dig it? Right on Can you dig it? Right on Can you dig it? Right on Can you dig it? I got the charm and the wit of a pop hit
ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your tape in, put your car in cruise I never heard the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm left
Data bank School's in. ... School's in. The teacher's got a bottle of pop. .... Yeah. Skip the rock, I want you sexy. Instead of bein' out of your mind. .... Piano
what to do Guitar Data bank School's in, school's in The teacher's got a bottle of pop, yeah Skip the rock, I want you sexy Instead of bein' out of your mind Piano
