"Rock N Roll" lyrics

Make me wanna holler... aow!
"Ah... ah-ah, ah-ah... ah-ah, alert the squad..."
Rock'n'roll
"Ah... ah-ah, ah-ah... ah-ah, alert the squad..."
He he he, rock'n'roll
"Ah... ah-ah, ah-ah... ah-ah, alert the squad..."
Whoa-oh, ooh-wee-pooh
"Ah... ah-ah, ah-ah... ah-ah, alert the squad..."
Whoa-oh

(Huh) My grandmamma was raised on a reservation
(Huh) My great-grandmamma was from a plantation
They sang songs for inspiration
They sang songs for relaxation
They sang songs to take their minds up off that fucked-up situation
I am... yes I am... the descendant (yes, yes) of those folks whose backs got broke
Who fell down inside the gun smoke
(Black people!) Chains on their ankles and feet
I am descendants of the builders of your street
(Black people!) Tenders to your cotton money
I am... hip-hop
"It's heavy metal for the black people"
I am... rock-and-roll (rock'n'roll... rock'n'roll)
Been here forever!
They just ain't let you know... (ha!)

I said, Elvis Presley ain't got no soul (huh)
Chuck Berry is rock'n'roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that style on their own (uh-uh)
Elvis Presley ain't got no soul (hell naw)
Little Richard is rock'n'roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that shit on their own (nah-ah)

Guess that's just the way shit goes
You steal my clothes and try to say they yours (yes they do)
'Cause it's a show filled with pimps and hoes
Trying to take everything that you made or control (there they go)
Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Bo Diddley is rock'n'roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't the first place the credit belongs

Say whoa-oh (don't take it) ooh-wee-oh
(Black music) whoa-oh (don't take it) ooh-wee-oh
(Black music) whoa-oh (Jimi Hendrix say) ooh-wee-oh
(Black music) whoa-oh (Albert King and) ooh-wee-oh
(And Motown)

(Huh) I ain't trying to diss
But I don't be trying to fuck with Limp Bizkit
"The fuck is on your mind?"
When I get down in my zone
I be rocking Bad Brains and Fishbone
I ain't trying to slow your groove
But that ain't the way I'm trying to move
I don't turn on Korn to get it on
I be playing Jimi Hendrix 'til the dawn
That's my word is bond
Sitting up on my front lawn
Got the volume turned to ten
Playing Albert King the best again (black)
When the morning in the cooker
Got to turn on some John Lee Hooker
When I want some rock'n'roll
Go to Otis Redding to get some soul

Say, James Brown got plenty of soul
James Brown like to rock'n'roll
He can do all the shit for sure
That Elvis Presley could never know (black people)
Said, Kenny G ain't got no soul
John Coltrane is rock'n'roll (uh-huh)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they could never ever rock like Nina Simone

Say whoa-oh (don't take it) ooh-wee-oh
(Black music) whoa-oh (don't take it) pooh-wee-oh
(Black music) whoa-oh (don't take it) ooh-wee-oh
(Black music) whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

"Alert the squad..."

Who am I, huh!
Get your punk ass up!
Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Jimi Hendrix is rock'n'roll
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But everything they did they stole
Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Bo Diddley is rock'n'roll
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But we send their punk ass home

Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I (rock'n'roll)
Who am I!!!
Say, rock'n'roll!
Who am I? Rock'n'roll!
Who am I? rock'n'roll!
Who am I? rock'n'roll!
Who am I? rock'n'roll!
Who am I? rock'n'roll!
Who am I? rock'n'roll!
Get your punk ass up!!!!!!!
Company, move!!!
For Harlem, Fort Greene, Compton
East St. Louis, Detroit (BO BO)
Chicago (BO BO) Bed-Stuy (BO BO)
Flatbush (BO BO) Brownsville (BO BO)
East New York (BO BO) Newark New Jersey (BO BO)
Illadelphia, Cincinnati, Atlanta, the Dirty South
All towns, get your punk ass up!!
"Rock'n'roll for the black people"
Hi ma

"Well that was just wonderful"