Part 8
M: You have to know how to rock
F: Don’t you just rock?
M: Oh no
F: No?
M: No, I’ll show you
I’m the one that does the rocking, all my sounds are legit
[Verse 1]
Money shit, sprints harder
Up to my elbows like Vince Carter
Up to no good in tube socks
Out in the boondocks rockin’ the boombox
I freak that funk funk
Fighting them like a drunken monk trunk
Full of that junk pumpin’
I’m hunk of the month or somethin’
I shoot and I score, sure
Rootin’ it through a thrift store
Lockin’ more in a drawer
Rockin’ pockets full of the shift whore
Ass is clean, clearing out the cash machine
Runs of gasoline fill your body with plasticine
Grass is green, the vinyl is black, the final attack
Title in track, it’s a rival reaction
Spirallin’, primal attraction happenin’
Cadillacin’, battle-axin’ travelling back
Trackin’ it on an Apple Mac
Breaking the camel’s back in half
Crackle it surely grimy, I prefer ‘em pearly shiny
Magnificent listen, shit was different in the early nineties
The girl beside me, sex extravaganza
Bananas more ass than little Joe in Bonanza, and a
(I’m the one that does the rocking, all my sounds are legit)
[Verse 2]
Cheveux de caucus, watch me lay these rockets on ‘em
Lay the wreath I keep alligator teeth in my pockets
Honest profits, bombs droppin’ on top at ‘em non-stoppin’
Pawn shopping, posh models knob throttlin’
On an obvious hob goblin
Snake the train or make it rain like Josh Donaldson
Rock bottom shake the drum beats break like this
Committed’s it when, admitted the splendour
Vidid magenta, Ritalin and the hidden agenda
Livid, admitted Loretta Lynn sent her
Forbidden, a women in prison defender
BMW, Pam Grier, pay the piper Zamfir
Pay the Bill Laimbeer, yeah-eh
Poppin’ never gonna stop, measure from the top
Pressure gonna pop, when’s it gonna drop?
Better make a fresher first impression cos I’m never gonna stop
Bust this like a greyhound
I’m a legend on the playground
New York City to Cape Town
When I break it all the way down
(I’m the one that does the rocking, all my sounds are legit)