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Pack The Rock N Roll

washed away Beer bong has me wandering around The girls that look like drugs and alcohol Six pack girls Six pack girls Six pack girls Six pack So you

the wind. I got money baby, yeah we can spend. And I aint hatin' girl, yeah bring a couple of friends. She wanna rock and roll, but I roll and rock.

the wind. I got money baby, yeah we can spend. And I aint hatin' girl, yeah bring a couple of friends. She wanna rock and roll, but I roll and rock.

motherfuckin' iceberg Got a project chica, named Rica She keep a purse full of dro' reefer Small, pinkies like that Talk 'til the paper fat I rock somethin', roll

and dad were still in love, In 1979 It was a good, good year. Oh oh ohhh Disco couldn't survive With the Dream Police and Rock N Roll High Blondie brought

blast ya. Creepin' on mo' come ups,, and flippin' mo' cash, get it. GOD, rock, gonna bring it, do you really hah, long to take a long fall. And pack of

been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it Now n****s die in the car, my whole whip had it I worked too hard to let a n**** have it So I pack the

in my hole, but that didn't roll Like grassy knoll I shoot my mouth off take my top off on Get my rocks off on Prada knockoff I'm gone, I cop rock on

with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is" And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation To cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations