I wanna do is rock with you Love is me, love is you All I wanna do is rock with you Shout it out an' tell your friends too Love is me, love is you This
Traduzione: Inner Circle. Rock With You.
rock with us Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you) I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick But when you see Loot Pack rock,
it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks
t fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew and she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads and thought of you, a little stinger My shit
by them rhymes you're designin Your play doggin tactics can't fuck with my facets Just because you talk all that glock shit don't mean you can rock shit
but I went along with it, you know, what else are you gonna do? You're getting paid and uh, you do these things. [13:19] Phyllis: Cleanser . . . cleanser
bad boys comin' fo' you [Inner Circle] Put yo' hand up on yo' head Jump up and spread Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead [Repeat 1] [Inner Circle
means At the end of the day, it's an incredible scene We are ready to rock, get ??? or die My inner circle's helter skelter, echoes loving ecstasy I
danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with
or voids in the culture It's ironic - I was born with the sonics to rock plate tectonics built like a masonic bricklayer, with a compass and a square
chop It's all hip-hop, ya don't stop, check one-two No affiliation, fuck you, wise minds bust you And leave you layin on the cement, talkin cuz I seen
Code red [Remedy] Yo yo, I came to warn you, strike and swarm you Inform you, knowledge born you They're on you, cameras in corners Men who take orders
a river A gun makes you shiver Sends a rush through your inner While a young UPS man runs to deliver Next month you are in a, bus with a killer Explosives
Bet you won't bet me that your pussy ain't ready I'm on track on my back, the monkey ain't heavy Rock on with the mic gangsta beat rock steady If music
But they just hurdles I'm marathoning to the money and you just running off in a circle Man, I'm huddled up with my team, in other words my inner circle
