Rock & Roll Nigga

[Intro] Gimme some guitar, K.Lloyd! Yeah, I like that, keep going mayne Rock and roll, baby! Yo, we gon' get real drunk to this one So, if you wanna get knocked over Get the hell out the mosh pit, baby Cause we 'bout to go, okay [Verse 1] I like big booty bitches, rappin' and Lynyrd Skynyrd Cases of beer cold as a Kansas City winter Drink to get drunk then find a chick and put dick off in her Then make her take me shopping for kicks at Harold Pener My family gave me rock, my family gave me rap The streets gave me guap, the streets gave me straps Black bitches fuck me, white bitches love me Trust me I do 'em both at the same time rough as rugby Do 'em both to Bon Jovi and then to Public Enemy Energy in me definitively I'm on Hennessey, then I'm on Jimmy B I used to have red spikes at raves, and then Turn around havin' blue and red fights with K's Your parents got a cold shiver cause a pot of Gold hit a father gorilla that's a dollar go getta And he's an awesome flow spitter Your daughter goes with a guy who loathes millers Why? [Hook] Cause I'm a rock and roll nigga They don't understand me, God naturally tanned me You don't like it I can be a nigga Rockin' 600 diamonds, black and white bitches cryin' When they eyes hit this rock and roll nigga (Hell yeah!) And I ain't changin', got my Slipknot bangin And I swear to God I ain't never ever giving up Fried chicken wings and Coors Light nigga what? [Verse 2] High school hung with a white bruja Came home then I went straight to Jumu'ah Then after that I put back on my red puma Then bark at a chick the same height and color as Uma And we get the lead out to Zeppelin we blow the bed out Got a call from one of the homies in trouble so yo we sped out Got to the hood and found a rivalry took his head out We had to show them evil motherfuckers what that red 'bout Until we find the killers you know we will search For those who kill first we gon' let the steel squirt And this mentality's valid because we real hurt To ease the pain I listen to Geddy, Alex and Neil Peart Growin' up it was a chore, cause I gravitated towards stuff the homies ignored Like trippin' off Bad Brains when on my skateboard Even more, I named my gangsta rap label after The Doors! [Hook] [Verse 3] My momma made me, raised me, played me 80's made me crazy My father played me crazy, made me aid me vaguely praised me But I'm a real with a lot of will, remembered I would kill for a dollar bill But that all changed with Strange man I gotta deal Like every scholar in the game, got a lot of mill Still a riot maker fuckin' bring the house down Who that gang bangin' rocker with the loud sound That's Tecca Nina with the shit that make them broads hound Telekinesis with my speeches get them drawers down And that goes for the grand dragon daughters too (Whoah) And the Neo-Soul conscious chicks they wanna swallow who? (N9ne!) The show gritter and yo little low wigger, better not be caught with no sitter [Hook] ...