| Song | I Rock, I Roll |
| Artist | Mystikal |
| Album | Let's Get Ready |
| 作词 : Poole, Tyler | |
| Huh, boomHuh, guess who it is? | |
| HuhI rock, | |
| I rollTear this mother****er up | |
| Let's get ready to rumble | |
| I come in this bitch to get paid to bust flow, | |
| I come for the gumbo | |
| They know me for kickin' they ass from here to | |
| El Segundo | |
| Let's get ready to rumble | |
| Shit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though | |
| Spendin' your money on them niggaz | |
| You're wastin' you time 'cause | |
| I'm the one hoe | |
| Smokin' the blunt smoke, stay out of my bundle | |
| I swung with the blast, | |
| I've never been matched | |
| I hop on the track like a jump rope | |
| I come with the guillotine to cut throat | |
| Holdin' it down, ****in' y'all up | |
| But the rest of them suckers be unsho' | |
| Me? yeah, | |
| I'm blessed, if you don't know | |
| Pack a big boner, heavy structured and hung low | |
| Wreckin' ball nuts and dick touch the flo' | |
| If it's on yo' chest then bitch let me know | |
| I hope you don't think | |
| I'm a runnin' | |
| I know you don't think | |
| I'm scared | |
| You must of forgot who the **** that | |
| I amThe man with the braids, beware | |
| That's yo' ass | |
| Mr. Postman | |
| Got them niggaz stompin' and swingin' with both hands | |
| I rock, I roll | |
| Tear this mother****er up | |
| Let's get ready to rumble | |
| Shuttin' systems down | |
| You ready for war? | |
| Start somethin', start fightin' | |
| I rock, I roll | |
| Tear this mother****er up | |
| Let's get ready to rumble | |
| Shuttin' systems down | |
| You ready for war? | |
| I rock, I roll | |
| Tear this mother****er up | |
| Let's get ready to rumble | |
| Shuttin' systems down | |
| You ready for war? | |
| Bats and pipes, broken bottles, glass, and knives | |
| Jump in the mix and don't handle yo' business | |
| And a nigga gon' turn out yo' lights | |
| You'll be gettin' yo' stupid self up | |
| Askin' the people "which one of y'all hit me?I don't know the way you went down looked like the ground was slipperyAttack 'em with sawed offs, and niggaz get throwed offThe party get called off, when niggaz get sawed offsGo get my meat to meet and give me that raw dogYou, go get you a nasty, givin' that pussy you bought offI come with the realI be with them niggaz with booted up grillsWe don't do promotional shows that shit don't pay my billsKeep it in the ballin', ballin', promoters callin'Videos jumpin' off nigga this the real New OrleansMy neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of townThugs, drugs, and violence y'all niggaz is watered downWhen I perform I'm that calmAnd I'm the shit on the record I hit the studio and show 'emI rock, I rollTear this mother****er upLet's get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war?I rock, I rollTear this mother****er upLet's get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war?I rock, I rollI roll, we by hypeKnockin' 'em out, throwin' 'em away, keep 'em offTakin' 'em out, bustin' they head, breakin' 'em offI rock, I rollTear this mother****er upLet's get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war?I rock, I rollTear this mother****er upLet's get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war?I rock, I rollTear this mother****er upLet's get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war? |
| zuò cí : Poole, Tyler | |
| Huh, boomHuh, guess who it is? | |
| HuhI rock, | |
| I rollTear this mother er up | |
| Let' s get ready to rumble | |
| I come in this bitch to get paid to bust flow, | |
| I come for the gumbo | |
| They know me for kickin' they ass from here to | |
| El Segundo | |
| Let' s get ready to rumble | |
| Shit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though | |
| Spendin' your money on them niggaz | |
| You' re wastin' you time ' cause | |
| I' m the one hoe | |
| Smokin' the blunt smoke, stay out of my bundle | |
| I swung with the blast, | |
| I' ve never been matched | |
| I hop on the track like a jump rope | |
| I come with the guillotine to cut throat | |
| Holdin' it down, in' y' all up | |
| But the rest of them suckers be unsho' | |
| Me? yeah, | |
| I' m blessed, if you don' t know | |
| Pack a big boner, heavy structured and hung low | |
| Wreckin' ball nuts and dick touch the flo' | |
| If it' s on yo' chest then bitch let me know | |
| I hope you don' t think | |
| I' m a runnin' | |
| I know you don' t think | |
| I' m scared | |
| You must of forgot who the that | |
| I amThe man with the braids, beware | |
| That' s yo' ass | |
| Mr. Postman | |
| Got them niggaz stompin' and swingin' with both hands | |
| I rock, I roll | |
| Tear this mother er up | |
| Let' s get ready to rumble | |
| Shuttin' systems down | |
| You ready for war? | |
| Start somethin', start fightin' | |
| I rock, I roll | |
| Tear this mother er up | |
| Let' s get ready to rumble | |
| Shuttin' systems down | |
| You ready for war? | |
| I rock, I roll | |
| Tear this mother er up | |
| Let' s get ready to rumble | |
| Shuttin' systems down | |
| You ready for war? | |
| Bats and pipes, broken bottles, glass, and knives | |
| Jump in the mix and don' t handle yo' business | |
| And a nigga gon' turn out yo' lights | |
| You' ll be gettin' yo' stupid self up | |
| Askin' the people " which one of y' all hit me? I don' t know the way you went down looked like the ground was slipperyAttack ' em with sawed offs, and niggaz get throwed offThe party get called off, when niggaz get sawed offsGo get my meat to meet and give me that raw dogYou, go get you a nasty, givin' that pussy you bought offI come with the realI be with them niggaz with booted up grillsWe don' t do promotional shows that shit don' t pay my billsKeep it in the ballin', ballin', promoters callin' Videos jumpin' off nigga this the real New OrleansMy neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of townThugs, drugs, and violence y' all niggaz is watered downWhen I perform I' m that calmAnd I' m the shit on the record I hit the studio and show ' emI rock, I rollTear this mother er upLet' s get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war? I rock, I rollTear this mother er upLet' s get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war? I rock, I rollI roll, we by hypeKnockin' ' em out, throwin' ' em away, keep ' em offTakin' ' em out, bustin' they head, breakin' ' em offI rock, I rollTear this mother er upLet' s get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war? I rock, I rollTear this mother er upLet' s get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war? I rock, I rollTear this mother er upLet' s get ready to rumbleShuttin' systems downYou ready for war? |