Rock Yo Head

Lyrics

Let's drink 'till the liqour gone
 Don't think, get the swisha blown
 So when a stink trick hit yo phone
 Say, "Bitch, lemme get my kick it on!"
 Rock yo Head, to the beats, yeah
 Everybody rockin, understand what I said
 Rock yo Head, Rock yo Head
 Stop my bread I'mma rock yo head!
 Nigga
 Rock yo Head, Rock yo Head
 Rock yo Head, I'mma Rock yo Head
 Rock yo Head, Rock yo Head
 Stop my bread I'mma Rock yo Head
 Jordan on my tennis shoe
 Organ yellin 'Gimmie you!'
 Scorin' the foriegn chick
 Got her whorin in her Jimmy Choo
 Pour until my Henny through
 Your men weak as Winnie Pooh
 Ignorin' boring chicks not
 Affordin niggas any-who
 Kutty got the thing on lock like Yoda
 Middle of the floor
 With your girl bent over
 Two cups, Two bottles
 Left hand on my logo
 Right hand on my stick
 Twitt' pic for the photo
 Makzilla
 I got the g-uh-irls
 All around the w-uh-orld
 Why's that?
 Cause I'm makin toes c-uh-url
 When I beat it they say I really need it
 I spit game like my name's E-E-E-Earl
 I'm gonna be Kali Baby until they come'n get me
 816, that's whats wrong wit me
 Tryin' to see how much money this song gon' get me
 I said Rock yo Head, gon' Rock Rock wit me
 Goodah
 Goodah
 Scratch
 Scratch
 Dome
 Don't mess with it
 Fuck what I'm sayin
 Then invest wit' the vest wit' it
 Shout-out to Dj Khalid when we screamin
 We the Best with it, Hit em with the lyrical
 Skill like I'm possesed with the Ces in it
 If you get it, that mean you said somethin you regretted
 But if you get beheaded, then you never should have said it
 This is head bangers ball, break your neck to this, rock until yo spine
 Outta socket shake it like a pocket rocket
 Okay!
 Tech is spray
 When the re-uh-record play
 Make me really wanna catch a
 Fade, [?], if we saturate
 That brigade, that is retro-blade
 You just afraid, Tech of what
 Your nigga 'bout to pay
 Never say we didn't give em [?]
 Out of drama, then his momma gonna be fake on his betta days
 2Pac re-incarnated, this aided the [?]
 Went to Mary, said 'Make em straight wish he'd of fled away'
 Bringin this dope
 But I brought no feds
 I don't mess with phony niggas
 That got no cred's
 Yeah
 On this album there be alot more sin, like
 Don't be fuckin around with white loafs' bread
 You can find me up in the spot so red
 & if you dis-respect me you gettin shot so dead
 I'm gonna be chillin at the top
 No meds, Like Reggie Denny
 I'mma Rock Yo Head!
 816 Boyz! Ain't we sick boy!
 Well, ain't we?
 Quick to get your girls panties!
 Hoes!

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Song Details

Duration
03:28
Key
8
Tempo
94 BPM

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