in the tan stand Ra ra, na na, ha ha, la la Mama, I keep that blam blam Now push it, push it good Push it, push it real good All my ladies cry, all
away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And
devil Say we like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock
everybody You get fucked up and I'll rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock
and I'll rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock
did it, I done it, I get it, I punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it Matter fact
hard Betta get it right You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit And every time we breathe, it's Murder I N C You know it's love to thug, '
be a Robin I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin' You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin' I do it for all the haters, the players roll
it's two of us Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it Cause I bet it on your life you gon' die without it [1st Born] Peep how I pound that
rolling down your cheeks Ya steady Chopin things don't all down this week 'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this
on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo) When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul Don't blame it on 'caine
virtue, But, rock 'n' roll is gonna steal it from you. So lie down, I think I love you, Lie down, I think I care. Lie down, I think I love you, Lie down
Here's my song about gun control As my politics begin to roll Things are getting out of control It's time to stop, drop and rock 'n' roll We built and
roll, don't leave me standing on the bleak Don't leave me stranded on the street I see the light, I feel the heat Blame it on you, blame it on me Now
, scufflin' money just try to stay out of trouble Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama And if it's gonna be gun play, rocket launchers, grenades