Author Topic: Roccy N LIGHTS - Step in and Get WRecked. (Read 203 times)

Roccy · « **on:** October 05, 2009, 12:14:28 AM »

Roccy

im callin out every mc on the dub whats the deal?
roccy got every body up on both feet like a military drill
talkin shit? step up, and get popped like an ecstasy pill
my lines shine like my grill, my lines are sour like limes i devour rhymes
every hours mine cause the powers mine, ima beast im the wolfman on the streets
only see me when i gotta eat and pick up tricks as my treat cause a beasts gotta beat
capisce? leave your head spread like sand at the beach, i'm kinda like deniro from heat
with the artliery i keep, yeah, I'm deep like a cave lyrically puttin mc's to sleep in a grave
whip you and teach how you to behave, LAs most blunted dont play when it comes to chumps
my boy will fuck you up as i roll a blunt, no biggie leave you in the past like twiggie
after i slaughter you like a piggy.

Lights

Like a mothefuckin piggy with this bottle of wine,
Makes me feel this music and got me feeling fine
From the tip of my toes to the end of my spine
How do I make dubcc completely mine

Turn it into something odd and evil like a fuckin pet
Let you know about things you once said, and now regret
I'm just pulling your leg on dubcc, but you may take it as a threat
I always had and have nothing to resent, not a thing to repent
Like I'm caught up in an intense poker game or even kent
Now turn around and ask yourselves, Are your lives well spent

The second part is coming through with an Armo, Persian, plus a jew
Getting discounts everywhere we go, be it what it be...
Be it pills,with thrills,and chills, followed by medical bills up in beverly hills
Don't forget its getting time to make cleverly deals with your doctors in beverly hills

What it is what it aint , aint my concern no more fa sho
For I can't find order, beyond my country's border, they say its disorder
So I as lights the reporter, driving the interstate faster than the transporter
It's like leechers are loose and they're off the bleechers,
after preechers, the breechers, don't tell me they're the screechers
Tell me who'se well, and whose ill? just keepin it reeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal