Rozz Dyliams - Rock It Up lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Rock It Up lyrics]
Mane, what the dang friggin heck!
Is you paid, hops? They be like "Dylan
What you doin' for your day job?"
I get it snappin with that hollow action
That'll leave you in a state of not
Ever being able to face swap
Have ya lookin like the aftermath of Santeria
Sad to see go
But even more I hate to see you breathing
Bleed the county out with the slaughter
Swine father built a concentration
Camp for pigs cause, I hate cops
Yeah, you see me pullin out the
Royal conservatory of breakin' hoes
All I wanna do is count
Rozzy risky like a loaded muzzle loader
And you can't help but avoid
That you ain't shit staring the barrel down
Fetch me musket yeah, I gotta touch it
I gotta touch em' with the
Hatred, in broad day, in public
Who the fuck want what? Who really want it?
Who gotta death wish?
Who wanna get buck with me?
Baby Baby D, oh how I love you so
Ever since I heard you go
Off the wham, break down the doe
Straight up out the gate
With nothin but hatred for a stupid hoe
Kill me to stop me, but it still won't stop
My killin spree though
Dylan is mean, so mean
Dying to get to the green
Don't care if I get rich
If I can still do sadistic things
No, I don't pistol play
The pistol is wishin' things
And, bitch, I'm the wish master
Blastin' on inferior beings it was 1987
When the crack really started to rain down
Heavy, from heaven
In '88 and '89 and '90, makin' a killin
Then in '91, somebody pushed a 50 rock
Named Dylan
Must I bust, instant rush, kappa crackhouse
You ain't got no credit's left, hoe
You maxed out
Got the game sewed up like a transgender
Final bozz Rozz bout to bring
The gauze packs out straight snapped out
With my baby mama out in Castro
Then the DEA kicked down the damn doe
We were watching PBS
And she was breastfeeding
Then the men with guns and masks came in
The baby started screaming
Is you paid, hops? They be like "Dylan
What you doin' for your day job?"
I get it snappin with that hollow action
That'll leave you in a state of not
Ever being able to face swap
Have ya lookin like the aftermath of Santeria
Sad to see go
But even more I hate to see you breathing
Bleed the county out with the slaughter
Swine father built a concentration
Camp for pigs cause, I hate cops
Yeah, you see me pullin out the
Royal conservatory of breakin' hoes
All I wanna do is count
Rozzy risky like a loaded muzzle loader
And you can't help but avoid
That you ain't shit staring the barrel down
Fetch me musket yeah, I gotta touch it
I gotta touch em' with the
Hatred, in broad day, in public
Who the fuck want what? Who really want it?
Who gotta death wish?
Who wanna get buck with me?
Baby Baby D, oh how I love you so
Ever since I heard you go
Off the wham, break down the doe
Straight up out the gate
With nothin but hatred for a stupid hoe
Kill me to stop me, but it still won't stop
My killin spree though
Dylan is mean, so mean
Dying to get to the green
Don't care if I get rich
If I can still do sadistic things
No, I don't pistol play
The pistol is wishin' things
And, bitch, I'm the wish master
Blastin' on inferior beings it was 1987
When the crack really started to rain down
Heavy, from heaven
In '88 and '89 and '90, makin' a killin
Then in '91, somebody pushed a 50 rock
Named Dylan
Must I bust, instant rush, kappa crackhouse
You ain't got no credit's left, hoe
You maxed out
Got the game sewed up like a transgender
Final bozz Rozz bout to bring
The gauze packs out straight snapped out
With my baby mama out in Castro
Then the DEA kicked down the damn doe
We were watching PBS
And she was breastfeeding
Then the men with guns and masks came in
The baby started screaming