"Re Rock" lyrics
(Good lookin', Juan)
What you got?
I got a hundred thousand—
Bingo, huh
I got a hundred-thousand-dollar wristwatch, huh, yeah
I trapped that— on Hip-Hop, huh
I got a hundred-thousand-dollar wristwatch, ooh
I trapped it off Hip-Hop, ooh
I— (Huh)
I ain't got no time for no lip locks, huh
I got a half a head of dreadlocks, ooh
I place her old shit and make her hips drop, listen
I got a half a head of dreadlocks, huh
Full pocket of them banjos, actin' like an asshole
I got a homeboy with ten Glocks, huh
I heard your brother work at Minjos, smokin' crack and pintos, listen
Sneaky dick sucker, gangster, killer, snitch, hate 'em all
Camera phones out everywhere, that's why I hate the mall
But I don't hate to ball, pass to bro bro, he get off
Who lost the roof on the coupe? I'm gon' keep it off
Uh, he can't hang with gang gang 'cause he breathe too soft
Uh, keep on actin' like a bitch, I'ma bleed your door
Make his sister suck the dangalang until her knees raw, huh
I swear to God
Skilla act like me on accident, purposely he's a god
Ooh, ah, peace to the gods
One of your niggas gon' get fried if I reach to the side
"Skub, why you ain't dancin'? What happened to you?
You make bitches wanna boogie, gotta get back to it"
Huh, fuck you mean? Bitch, I still cut my rug
Hit a bitch from the back, booty hold the [?]
Huh, niggas die too much, huh, bitches lie too much, huh
How the fuck a lowlife can get fly this much? Huh
Eyes red because I'm high, I don't cry too much
Huh, cut a bitch off with the water if she dry too much, listen
Shoot a nigga in his shit if he try too much
Huh, fuck a question, we gon' press him, ask why too much
Huh, die on the body in the cold, up fire too much
Chopper like some suited and booted for the win, don't tie too much, listen
I say I'm big bro, bang Blood, got dreadlocks
Wanna be a funny nigga? Better be a red fox
He in that water, cook him for them greens like he ham hocks, huh
Who I'm is
I'm is the motherfuckin' king of the rerock
Huh, Louis sneakers on, don't think I can spell "Reebok"
Huh, can't shoot up her club if she musty, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Huh)
Huh, like what they really on? I get 'em gone
Huh, they can't fuck with me, help when I ride the Skilla songs
Huh, call the AR an old bitch because the titties long
Huh, I got killers from the red to the [?]
Big boss nigga, huh
Big boss— hold up
Big boss mode, bitch, I'm on pro shit
Every time I get more shit, I want more shit
Every time I hit a cold bitch, I want a cold bitch
Every time I'm in a slow whip, I jump in Skilla car
Tell that nigga drive fast as fuck and get me to the bar
I got hooked on ñejo once again, I quit the Wockhardt
Ah
Huh, your bitch a chooser
Stab her like Freddy Kreuger
I'm a winner and I took her from a loser, huh
Snatch the brain from that ho, she a tutor, huh
Put the dick up in her body like a tumor
Uh, told gang 'bout that pussy, she a rumor
Had the ski mask on when I hit it, Skuba rumor, listen
And you see my cold teeth, nah, they ain't gold no more
And you see my rose teeth, nah, they ain't [?] no more
And you see my froze teeth, diamonds on them motherfuckers
I spent twenty-motherfuckin'-thousand dollars on them motherfuckers, listen
Me and Baby Man hair braided up, ugly
Uh, she ain't never seen me, bet she won't fuck me
She ain't never seent him, bet she gon' fuck me
That's my brother, not like that's your brother, bitch
That's my brother, five real, huh
Can't do nothin' to him soon as your thing [?]
I'ma up bhopstick for the kill, huh
That's my brother, not like that's your brother
Pussy, that's my brother, five real, huh
Can't say nothin' to him soon as she think she mouth
I'ma bust it and watch the blood spill
Dooh
What you got?
I got a hundred thousand—
Bingo, huh
I got a hundred-thousand-dollar wristwatch, huh, yeah
I trapped that— on Hip-Hop, huh
I got a hundred-thousand-dollar wristwatch, ooh
I trapped it off Hip-Hop, ooh
I— (Huh)
I ain't got no time for no lip locks, huh
I got a half a head of dreadlocks, ooh
I place her old shit and make her hips drop, listen
I got a half a head of dreadlocks, huh
Full pocket of them banjos, actin' like an asshole
I got a homeboy with ten Glocks, huh
I heard your brother work at Minjos, smokin' crack and pintos, listen
Sneaky dick sucker, gangster, killer, snitch, hate 'em all
Camera phones out everywhere, that's why I hate the mall
But I don't hate to ball, pass to bro bro, he get off
Who lost the roof on the coupe? I'm gon' keep it off
Uh, he can't hang with gang gang 'cause he breathe too soft
Uh, keep on actin' like a bitch, I'ma bleed your door
Make his sister suck the dangalang until her knees raw, huh
I swear to God
Skilla act like me on accident, purposely he's a god
Ooh, ah, peace to the gods
One of your niggas gon' get fried if I reach to the side
"Skub, why you ain't dancin'? What happened to you?
You make bitches wanna boogie, gotta get back to it"
Huh, fuck you mean? Bitch, I still cut my rug
Hit a bitch from the back, booty hold the [?]
Huh, niggas die too much, huh, bitches lie too much, huh
How the fuck a lowlife can get fly this much? Huh
Eyes red because I'm high, I don't cry too much
Huh, cut a bitch off with the water if she dry too much, listen
Shoot a nigga in his shit if he try too much
Huh, fuck a question, we gon' press him, ask why too much
Huh, die on the body in the cold, up fire too much
Chopper like some suited and booted for the win, don't tie too much, listen
I say I'm big bro, bang Blood, got dreadlocks
Wanna be a funny nigga? Better be a red fox
He in that water, cook him for them greens like he ham hocks, huh
Who I'm is
I'm is the motherfuckin' king of the rerock
Huh, Louis sneakers on, don't think I can spell "Reebok"
Huh, can't shoot up her club if she musty, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Huh)
Huh, like what they really on? I get 'em gone
Huh, they can't fuck with me, help when I ride the Skilla songs
Huh, call the AR an old bitch because the titties long
Huh, I got killers from the red to the [?]
Big boss nigga, huh
Big boss— hold up
Big boss mode, bitch, I'm on pro shit
Every time I get more shit, I want more shit
Every time I hit a cold bitch, I want a cold bitch
Every time I'm in a slow whip, I jump in Skilla car
Tell that nigga drive fast as fuck and get me to the bar
I got hooked on ñejo once again, I quit the Wockhardt
Ah
Huh, your bitch a chooser
Stab her like Freddy Kreuger
I'm a winner and I took her from a loser, huh
Snatch the brain from that ho, she a tutor, huh
Put the dick up in her body like a tumor
Uh, told gang 'bout that pussy, she a rumor
Had the ski mask on when I hit it, Skuba rumor, listen
And you see my cold teeth, nah, they ain't gold no more
And you see my rose teeth, nah, they ain't [?] no more
And you see my froze teeth, diamonds on them motherfuckers
I spent twenty-motherfuckin'-thousand dollars on them motherfuckers, listen
Me and Baby Man hair braided up, ugly
Uh, she ain't never seen me, bet she won't fuck me
She ain't never seent him, bet she gon' fuck me
That's my brother, not like that's your brother, bitch
That's my brother, five real, huh
Can't do nothin' to him soon as your thing [?]
I'ma up bhopstick for the kill, huh
That's my brother, not like that's your brother
Pussy, that's my brother, five real, huh
Can't say nothin' to him soon as she think she mouth
I'ma bust it and watch the blood spill
Dooh
