rock 'n' roll, And get yourself some sweet rock 'n' roll. I keep singing, "Come on, come on"! "Come on, come on"! Give your man some rock 'n' roll, Give
no B-Dog niggas like bitches And I'm that Dog that buries Crabs in the ditches Cover 'em up and flex back to my doghouse The hog rock bottoms where the
abstruse Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse For being what I am Do you hear me, then? All them rock n roll writers is the worst kind of
the C to the D No cat out the Lou gangsta as me Ya'll hit two, I'm jus goin' for three Bottle full of Cris, but I still rock a T And ya'll gotta love
that" (repeat 2X) -- Kool Keith from the Ultramagnetic MC's 'Ease Back' [Nas] Yo; I never brag, how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret I rock
But Mrs. Avory's child was all fingers and thumbs But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums While Dave the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs Yours
rock 'n' roll, And get yourself some sweet rock 'n' roll. I keep singing, "Come on, come on"! "Come on, come on"! Give your man some rock 'n' roll,
must be into something bad for me cause I sure lost a lot of weight Tell 'em Im out on the road with some old Rock n Roll Band Living like a Gypsy King
wind was howlin' like the devil come knockin' The house came down, the cradle was rockin' He called out for a hoodoo man With a rock 'n' roll attitude
Deep inside that rock 'n' roll She's a drum machine, you know what I mean She wanna play jumparale to make you spin Drain a bottle of wine, no need to roll