《We Gonna Rock(Explicit)》歌词

[00:04:55] Never send a boy to do a man's job

[00:04:55] You know?

[00:04:55] I think we got away from what the f**k this is all about

[00:04:55] We forgot - how to spit

[00:04:55] Muthaf**kas is makin all these crazy-a** f**kin records

[00:04:55] Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthaf**ka

[00:04:55] Follow me now

[00:04:55] F**k with me

[00:04:55] [ VERSE 1

[00:04:55] Sammy Sosa slugger, hip-hop ni**a, touch em all

[00:04:55] Some cute, but suck em all, I say f**k em all

[00:04:55] Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route

[00:04:55] G.H. form now, go and break my brother out

[00:04:55] Henny out the bottle, ni**a, eyes low in the truck

[00:04:55] Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch

[00:04:55] Ain't no probably, Sauce Money, fool, got to be

[00:04:55] Chicken eggs grits, California, call it Oscar E.

[00:04:55] Everything I spit hot, baby boy, you're kiddin me?

[00:04:55] Hit Flex with it, Stretch with it, then Mr. Cee

[00:04:55] Marley Marl Sunday night, can't forget Kid Capri

[00:04:55] Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in Philly be

[00:04:55] Just passin through, son, still many guns to cock

[00:04:55] 30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop

[00:04:55] Chillin at my b**ch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch

[00:04:55] Put it in the air for them niggas Biggie, Pun and Pac

[00:04:55] [ CHORUS

[00:04:55] Haters frontin in the club

[00:04:55] Real gees show us love

[00:04:55] Bust slugs for my ni**a

[00:04:55] (We gonna rock)

[00:04:55] Anywhere we do shows

[00:04:55] Come through, two hoes

[00:04:55] Killers with new flows, playa

[00:04:55] (We gonna rock)

[00:04:55] Even when eyes low from hydro

[00:04:55] Can't another brother cock-block my flow

[00:04:55] (We gonna rock)

[00:04:55] Can't stop our ones

[00:04:55] Can't block our guns

[00:04:55] Get your triggers

[00:04:55] And squeeze for these Faculty niggas

[00:04:55] [ VERSE 2

[00:04:55] Haters hate me cause I'm a big ni**a with mass appeal

[00:04:55] They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that's for real

[00:04:55] Ain't no secrets, muthaf**kas know I might clap the steel

[00:04:55] Be ready any given time, I'm like grab the wheel

[00:04:55] Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm

[00:04:55] Two chicks in a Yugo, damn, it's a false alarm

[00:04:55] Not on this joint, Sauce usually calm with the grammar

[00:04:55] But right now I'm like baking soda, armed with a hammer

[00:04:55] Summertime comin, now they wonder what I drive next

[00:04:55] Represent for big niggas, 3-4-5-X

[00:04:55] Wide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slow

[00:04:55] Know the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd row

[00:04:55] SUV tinted out, frontin on the hands-free

[00:04:55] Real gees happy for me, haters like 'it can't be'

[00:04:55] Fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brother

[00:04:55] Just don't forget to call me Dad too cause I'm a motherf**ker

[00:04:55] [ CHORUS

[00:04:55] [ VERSE 3

[00:04:55] I know b**ches who love Sauce for the dicko, straight Gorilla

[00:04:55] Fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a-

[00:04:55] ddicted to my flow, doggy style ain't the way I make my scrilla

[00:04:55] [Name

[00:04:55] Hit the club half-cocked, niggas shoulda knew me better

[00:04:55] Jim Star dillinger, that's under my Gucci sweater

[00:04:55] Through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and I spit

[00:04:55] Screamed on this one chick like, "B**ch, dance to my sh*t"

[00:04:55] Part the club with elbows, bump a ni**a, love that

[00:04:55] Ni**a read my eyes and it said 'step the f**k back'

[00:04:55] This Gorilla Hill sh*t, we don't give two f**ks

[00:04:55] On Gorilla Hill, kid, you tryin to do too much

[00:04:55] Must've had a sixth sense, how he knew I clutch chrome?

[00:04:55] Probably this a big b**ch, front and left his nuts home

[00:04:55] F**k that weak Gotti sh*t, ni**a, let your shotie spit

[00:04:55] Sauce Muthaf**kin, get your punk-a** body whipped

[00:04:55] [ CHORUS

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