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The Neptunes f Fam-Lay

Rock N` Roll

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[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]Hmmm...yes sirrrrrrRock and roll, man roll and rockI got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocksI got smoke to buy, coke for saleSold much coke, got coke in jailIn the white Rolls Royce with my man PharrellThis lil` nigga got beats too fresh to be staleBut I`ma take you back to the early eightiesWhen my cousin Stacey had the pearl MercedesMy aunt cousin Wack had the black on blackAc` coupe Legend with the gold in the backI was just a lil` young`n runnin` wild as hellRunnin` round wild trynta get that mailLil` shorty dudes trynta learn the groovesI was twelve years old brought it to the schoolCause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shitYou ain`t from the hood, y`all don`t know bout this[Hook 1]But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)Try to set up shop get glowed upHey, I`m the candyman, I got mo` than frozen cupsI got your chop top sour diesel roll-upsFam! we can roll up (Star Track)But Fam! don`t try to roll up (Star Track)Don`t make me pull these motherfuckin` fo`s upCause it`s like that[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]The fiends is dyin`, things is lyin`Missin` on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin`Right on time and money on the mind andOn them twenty-fo`s, them bit-ches straight shinin`But y`all niggaz don`t know bout thisFresh new kicks with the new outfitGot the all black top with the black on blackYou ever see me creepin, just back on backCause I got that pump and it is gon` spitI ain`t no punk and I ain`t no snitchFrom a place on Earth called HuntersvilleWhere people out there got love for realGot love for all who got love for meIf a coward ever ran then it wasn`t meI`ll be on the curb movin` dubs and d`sAnd if you ever bought a dub then it was for meI ever get caught then it was to beI`ma just make bail by my cousin EBack on the Porsche with the mobile phoneLike eleven in the mornin` them hoes to go homeTrynta score and get this shit off quickYou ain`t from the hood, y`all don`t know bout this[Hook 1][Hook 2]Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just startWhen the fists get to swingin` and the four-fifths sparkAnd then the bitches get to runnin` and the bitch just screamAnd we spin off in Rolls and it`s so damn clean[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]I stand on my block, the cam on the spotMy hands in my pocket, both hammers is cockedWaitin` for a nigga to just act upMy right hand big six, got my bait back upNiggaz lookin` all jealous, lookin` mad as hellActin` like lil` girls, like tattle-talesMad cause my right hand bad as hellI would`ve kept shootin`, but I had a saleSee, I`m a crime boss three sixty-fiveLookin` for a Nina Ross, she just can ridePicked up my cash and slide all sweetNigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beatNigga talk trash like the shit all sweetWont`cha all take the cash dogg, not off meHustlin`s in my veins - you cannot stop itWalkin` on the block with life in my pocketI`m trynta score and get this shit off quickYou ain`t from the ghetto, y`all don`t know bout this[Hook 1][Hook 2]

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