bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll
I try to be If the world tries to stop me I rage against the machine So turn ya radio up head to the spot Get loose like a slipknot watch the kid rock
baby we keep rocking Cause baby we keep rocking We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking Cause baby we keep rocking [Chorus x2: Z-Ro] This is for the radio
pollen and that can be a bummer A terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beach Rolling Rock's, plus Peach Schnapps, served on the rocks
I. Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh) Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe {
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock 'Cause niggaz on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock Uh, but me and my niggaz sit back and relax While I fuck
A universal lingo, with the odd speaks Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak Smokin that leak at full peak Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique College radio
got the keys to the Expo Rimslow, let's go no matter where we go we rock the show Radio loud drawing a crowd, party's at the spotlight we rock the mic
I'm in the scope, five hundred thousand already sold I'm throwed off in the mind, mic and producer and booms no ?reap? in the wine Smoke to relax my mind, radio
matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll
? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll Whether
RBG for life, TURN OFF THE RADIO! The revolution won't be televised, TURN OFF THAT BULLSHIT! We be DP RBG for life, TURN OFF THE RADIO! One thing bout
and my mans in Lex Lands We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll
I. Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh) Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe [