Step back, glance at all the things you've done in your time. Step up to the starting line and don't look back. Wake up, don't choke, digest everything
Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock
Party rock! (Ya, ya) Take it to the hole, yeah, yeah, yeah like that Redfoo, reddoo would you like that, yeah Turn it up, turn it up! Take it to the
Squad is odd Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock
be fuckin' wit us Me, Short Dog and B-Legit, see first of all homey we the shit And all that other nonsense you other niggaz pop is irrelevant I rock
straight And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate And we gonna drink dark, we gonna take it to they face And I got them gold bottles, first place
[Rick Ross] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave first time fish tailing in the 6 speed real bad boy
[Rick Ross:] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave first time fish tailing in the 6 speed real bad
later, aint no hater cant fade her, hit the boulevard when I bounce rocket skater Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill let me come through pint bottle
to rock 'cause once upon a time, not long ago Before hip hop was made for the radio An MC show had to cold rock the masses Used to wear a Kangol wit
it by the grip, that's the way we rolling You better move it when we're steppin' thru I'm the first thing to burst a verse of Street Stalker Off my rocker
throw the stocking On his face, like when he first met cha [Ghostface Killah] Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose I had my road dogs follow
with the straps on John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac Me and C. Goines, bible material Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal Rock you twice, rock
son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin' you shot Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the
shell shock Yo momma jokes Yo momma's breath smells like salamander stew Yo momma drink country club outta a bottle, a baby bottle Yo momma smells
rockin' that shit I'm like look at shawty go, go She rockin' to the beat, she rockin' it for me And all I can think about is rockin' it to sleep Her face
, bust this I'ma tell you, what's up? Yo Prince, do you remember when we first started out How we used to go to all the parties just to rock the house
