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Clutch Who Wants To Rock

Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well. What you need you know I got. So hands up, who wants to rock?

Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well. What you need you know I got. So hands up, who wants to rock?

something foreign, soarin', 145 The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly I want it all, no lie Picture me pourin', poppin' something imported Pedal flooring, clutch

the fuck nigga duck you ain't fuckin' with this Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who

make the fake marry us Hilarious how we mute crews, and nigga this is true news Dudes'll blow you outta ya two shoes Who chose to front it? They don't really want

sure! peace to little quincy And the miss give a kiss and insist the miss pump her fist And catch the gist of this *singing* I'm mr. chubb rocker...

think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me (Brothers wanna) Rock my Rolls Rock my clothes Rock my ice Pull out

Rock it Like you mutha fuckers want it [hook] Who got this Mutha fucking house Who Einstein Huh what Tech n9ne Dwamn Who keeps it sizzling Who keeps it hot Who

in this place i think im about to faint So baby.... Im the type of drinka wit no mixas in my liquor Crown royal on the rocks serve it in ya biggest pitcha Rock