ROCK CITY

ROCK CITY - Rock Man lyrics

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ey Ray i'm tired of these niggas askin who we be mayne now i'm goin tell em you aint gotta tell em...look

(Hook)

I's a rock man, (x3)

and I doh run shit with some Cruz man (with some Cruz man x2)

I got an ex-girlfriend down in St. John (down in St. John x2)

And she says she love fcuking with a Rock Man.

yeah, I's a rock man. (x3) (/hook)

Me and mi brother, hot like St. Thomas summer

Black SUV, inside look like peanut butter.

Slamming down a sket, beat it like a drummer

and don't be surprised if you find out she your mother.

Yeah fuck them Babylon, I got them running scared

Going hard for weeks and weeks and I ain't talking butter bread.

I talking bout the turf, all my boys dem up in here.

Up in here? Yeah, yeah, it geh alot of Rock Man up in here.

And we does ramp with man from Cruz,

chucking up the duece.

And you don't want no drama

so you better call truce.

Cause we about to set it off, and raise de fucking roof.

VI Massive holla when you see me coming through.

(Chorus)

Look, hey everyone, you ever been Rock?

You ever ride in a Civic with a drop top?

Club speakers in the trunk, beating down the block

Sell weed, buy it back, smoke it with a cop.

Well I done that, and I did that

in November on the beach sun still hot.

If you fuck ram, that mean you fuck pack.

If nobody there, that mean your fuck flop

Calypso run things, not too much rap.

People in my hood still listen to Tupac.

Screaming Thug Life, drinking Old Milkwakee.

on a Ninja bike. Kawasaki.

(Hook)

I live in Atlanta but as you can see I does still do it

My Way

Nothing but a heap of VI man walking behind me.

Live Jam Band cd, beating loud up on the highway

yelling out the sunroof: Who's your Daddy? FRIDAY.

Represent St. Thomas, when I step on the scene.

VI Flag hanging out the back pocket of my jeans.

Grow up in the ghetto, now I'm living a dream.

We bout to show the world something they ain't never seen.

Pull up to the club in a dollar safari.

Jump out of that mudda skunt looking like Gatti.

Big up to Masai

and free my cousin Kali

and Big up them Cruzians from Kennedy to Saffaraly.

(Hook)

Thanks to Sean for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Sh'lante (V.I.TillIDie) for correcting these lyrics

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