Rock Da Spot (Explicit)-Redman

歌手 : Redman

专辑 : Muddy Waters

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:10

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TXT Rock Da Spot (Explicit)-Redman 文本歌词

Rock da spot

I'm the bomb, ringin' off all types alarms

My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's

Aggravated assault, against an MC

Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees

It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick

You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness

B**ch, walk the walk if you talk the talk

I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York

I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one

With a tape deck, if it's feasible

Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe

But I get you souped when I rock respect due

I'sa nice ni**a that wanna get diced

Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice

E Double if you feel me hit me once, a breaker one, a breaker two

'Cause trouble to you family and friends

Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends

Got caught out there 'cause you a Mack without 10

Punch you in your chin

The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay cooler than a double L

Turn a felony to a misdemeanor

Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner

F**k that, still walk out holdin' my strap

Blood, grabbin' my weiner

When I'm gonna rock da spot

Now first of all I go for broke, check the third quarter note

I make you feel like your water broke

Can't tell whether male or female

I f**ked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell

All aboard my balls, 'cause my dick don't got a lot of room

For the rest of y'all

Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight

Rock indo and out-do', dick run in and out yo'

B**ch, about nine inch up the clit

Can you feel me comin', yeah I usually make 'em sh*t

I shines MC's up for auction

So I can sell 'em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away

Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down

And turn into an a**-kicking holiday

Word, I rolls with the Funklord

With more flavors than them motherf**kers on them Benetton billboards

He's bleeding get the gauze

He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for

Push the clip in, slide the top back

Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract

Sh*t like that get me vexed

So I crack your a** like corn while your b**ch crack my Beck's

When I'm gonna rock da spot

Rock da spot

Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture

So you won't forget the, black Jack the Ripper

Sorceror offin' y'all with techniques

A universal lingo, with the odd speaks

Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak

Smokin' that leak at full peak

Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique

College radio, no I mack sh*t like Maceo

Yeah, the East Coast West Coast dick giver

I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver

Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw

Sh*t you never seen before

So when you come inside, and do the front

Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run

Relax your minds, let your conscious be free

And get money, and G's and roll these trees

When I'm gonna rock da spot

Rock da spot

This is DJ Saywhat, on this motherf**ker

Comin' to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City