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It Sounded Like A Roc - Vocal
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There it is, there it is, boy
Aw yeah
There it is, there it is, buddy
Aw yeah, uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, it's season on the time, but um
Let's see
It's my thing, yo, it's my thing
The way I swing, not even a rang-a-tang could hang
On my ding-ding, saved by the bell rang
I talk, yell, whisper, mumble street slang
With no doubt, you'll tumble if I flip
Don't make me shout with my vulgar lip
A hip hugger, I'll mug ya if one me knows
Slow and steady wins the race
I keeps a steady pace in the chase
I'm buckin', cookin', feet don't fail me
Five-O's can't see me, catch me to jail me
Walk the plank, the jag dime droppers
Snitches get stitches, why oh why does my trigger finger itches?
Correct, I follow my nose, it always knows it
Open a drawbridge, close it, close it
A doo-doo lyric, I snuck in 'cause I chose it
Long ding-a-ling dong there, big booties grows it
Up, up, up and away
We go across the border to Mexico, suck my toe
Doo-doo brown's my color, no water down, no cut
A jewel to a fool is like pearls to pig butts
Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don't touch the line
Escalate, never decline
I'm gonna get mine, don't try to take mine
No, my kneecaps ain't blacker than my black behind
The bush I touch, tush, so beware
Of the grin or my evil eyeball glare
As a wise guy, yeah, a smart aleck
Like it and kiss me where the sun don't shine like metallic
Ka-blam!
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
One double nine tre, dumbbells, I lift it
Just for the taste of it, coke I won't sniff it
You party pooper, you'll never stop my fun tings
Like Jesse Owens, I'll duck ya, I run tings
Popcorn mama, you can sniff my sock
I's a hard-headed nigga, my head is (like a rock)
So, so leave your feet, boy, I be boppin'
When I chugga-lugga low, it ain't no stoppin'
Hoppin' skin to skin, now I'm a stall
Gym hats ain't even made like Rubbermaid at all
If I be overstressed, overtryin'
Underarms cookin' like onions, you be cryin'
Boo-hoo, but I get the hoorays
From sunrise to sunset for days
All in the Kool-Aid, don't know the flavor
Taste buds shot, punchlines dodge
I left the slammer on bad-ass behavior
Call me Zup, I roll underground like turds
Cease with the wack, I'm never ever booty
Oh, for that I got my cootie shots for the cootie
For the body, the hottie, I might use karate
Snap neck, fifteen minutes I'll be off duty
Ka-blam!
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
Biz-a-break, several of X and some rough and naughty tre
Crew massive deep, constipated monkeys
Defecatin' that old hard shit and you don't quit
It's soundin' like a what? It's soundin' like a boulder
It's soundin' like a land yo slide up over
I need my room to huff and puff
These bastards be soft like marshmallow fluff
Step up, wrong move, you get the back smack
Or a blackout, so be out, black
Let's play catch, a bad one you caught it
I'll take your thumpin' heart and snort it
Then I grab my wood, I grab my rope
Over there you have that same old shit
Hey, you don't, oh no you don't
Give me that back, now you sing the blues while your eyes black
Don't need to flaunt, no need to front
I see right through you, very blunt
Attitude nonchalant, I do what I want
If I be ghostin', X-pect me back to haunt
Ka-blam!
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
It sounds like a rock
El Muerto Cucaracha
Once again, the El Muerto Cucaracha cha-cha, boy
Don't approach
Constipated monkeys, doo-doo, droppin' shit like that
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