Rock 4 Rock

Lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C] Uh! Uh! Check one two, one two, one two bitch! (Bitch!) It's goin' down (Goin' down!), know what I'm talkin 'bout!? (Talkin' bout!?) Sweet Jones! (Jones!) It's goin' down! Hold up... [Verse 1: Pimp C] They wanna talk like us, wanna walk like us (Us!) Pussy ass niggas wanna bark like us (Us!) Suckin' hoes' pussy that I used to fuck with In ya mind, you a bitch, you really wanna suck my dick (You a bitch!) I'm puttin' fresh coke on the corner (Uh!) Got the ghetto set hot as a sauna (Uh!) I-ten, I'ma win if I make it back (Uh!) Gotta take shit slow, through that Anahuac (Anahuac!) The laws colder than an icicle (Icicle) Uh! They mind sour as a diced pickle Uh! My Pyrex game is legit Microwave, I'm the shit, flippin' fifty from thirty six (Thirty six!) You wanna know how I did that? Get my blow from Mexico, that's where the escamma at (Escamma at!) I'm talkin 'bout that flaky, flaky Twinkle when the light hit it, strippers like to with it [Hook: Pimp C] More bounce to the ounce, 'cause ya boy, I'm the shit I done got me fifty ounces, out a bird in this bitch Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock More bounce to the ounce, 'cause ya boy, I'm the shit I done got me fifty ounces, out a bird in this bitch Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock (Rock for rock) [Verse 2: Scarface] I started small time dope game, you know the tale Tennis balls slit with seven ounces on the scale Coffee pot full of yellow, baggy razors and resin Nigga standing at the door with AK's and Desert's Stash spot for the glass house, I was pushin' the tinted Low hats, college shirts on, lookin' to get it Hit a small town, get a room close to the block Hit the scene and shoot that bitch up and wait for the cops When it cool, put my work out, issue the packs And shoot that motherfucker up again when niggas get back These motherfuckers got a death wish, fuckin' with Act Playin' games like it ain't no consequences of that Yeah I said it and I meant it, I got brave for a rep Playin' cool, put my bait out and just wait for the cat Bloodline purified, I'm so gangsterous with it Can't a motherfucker out here breathe and tell you no different, bitches [Hook: Pimp C] More bounce to the ounce, 'cause ya boy, I'm the shit I done got me fifty ounces, out a bird in this bitch Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock More bounce to the ounce, 'cause ya boy, I'm the shit I done got me fifty ounces, out a bird in this bitch Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock (Rock for rock) [Verse 3: Willie D] Here it is, motherfucker, let the champagne poem' K-psi-psi pimpin', Willie D in the do' It's a free world, gon' hustle, get yo' scrill You can do what you wanna do, just not 'round here 'Cause this is my hood, my block, my street You wanna sell a cool cup? You gotta go through me If the po' po's jam you up, I ain't to talk I'm the cat with the H-Town, gangster walk Baby want me cause she saw me in that Chinchilla coat I'ma fuck her in the mouth, let the nut fill her throat Before buddy get out of line, I'ma get him fo' sho' But it's gon' be about my respect, not over no ho Let my work come up missin', you gon' kick it with dead men 'Cause bitch I'ma beat yo' head in I been paid, been makin' fast bucks Nigga you work that Whitney, shut yo' broke ass up! [Hook: Pimp C] More bounce to the ounce, 'cause ya boy, I'm the shit I done got me fifty ounces, out a bird in this bitch Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock More bounce to the ounce, 'cause ya boy, I'm the shit I done got me fifty ounces, out a bird in this bitch Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock (Rock for rock) [Verse 4: Bun B] I'm in the projects, parkin' on the Westside of town (Town) In the kitchen tryna cook myself up a couple of pounds (Pounds) With a four gallon pot, a beaker kit and B-twelve (Twelve) Try to whip me up a five piece my muthafuckin' self! (Self!) Defense is on high, windows cracked open Niggas peekin' through the blinds (For what?), incase somebody scopin' Rag tied around my face (Why?), the fumes real strong And I'ma be over the stove damn near all night long An OG rock baller done been out on the scene (Scene) A cocaine cowboy just like Will-Lean (Will-Lean) My reputation is stronger than rat piss Legendary for the lyrics and my muthafuckin' wrist (Huh!) Done broke down seven, brought back fifteen That was still so strong, (It what?) it killed ten fiends That's a mean whip game (Game), if ever there was But it ain't nothin' 'cause a trill nigga do what he does for more bounce [Hook: Pimp C] More bounce to the ounce, 'cause ya boy, I'm the shit I done got me fifty ounces, out a bird in this bitch Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock More bounce to the ounce, 'cause ya boy, I'm the shit I done got me fifty ounces, out a bird in this bitch Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock (Rock for rock)