Author Topic: LIGHTS + RoCCY = Back 2 Get it Crackin.. (Read 568 times)

Herbal_Life · « **on:** October 10, 2009, 02:12:41 AM »

Lights

I hear the beat and im makin' my way, trying to earn my pay and fly away
Always want to be the one to go, but she never really wanna stay
Feeling the beat, with every keystyle heat, every info about weed and wheat
This is your friend, Lights in the mothefuckin house, Like the Tom Cat Chasing the Jerry Mouse
Its the first step as you walk into my house, meet everyone including my spouse, wearing levi Strauss

Taking things out into a question into a new deminsion, without any promissed compensation
It's like leading a nation of strangers into devastation, then into desperation with no causation

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Roccy

yo, ladies love me cause I dress funky,
Id probably get more if i was less chunky.
fuck it, im the way I wanna be not how the rest want me
rockin 19 inch biceps with my chests puffy
with a slight lisp and the best at the humpy humpy
got beef get at me, ill slice you and dice you like a deli
really, no doubt in my mind I already got you in the spine
look down, you got a knine inch knife in your side
blood dripping, for rolling down my block crippin,
you cock dippin faggots got no spot to spit in,
no mic lickin where i be livin, always huntin and killin
optimo splittin whisky sippin gettin frisky like a kittin
i'm fuckin hot, you can only touch me with a mitten.