1. |
Stevie (Intro)
03:41
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[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
I started making this album in Chicago but I felt like I needed a change of scenery, so I moved to L.A. Made some of the best music I ever made. But as soon as I get there, Javon lost his life in the car that I sold him. Had me fucked up for a minute man. Now all I think about is "Success and my fam. Success and my fam". Can't hold shit back on niggas man
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Straight from the jump niggas knew that I was special
Got caught up in this shit since a bitch had ketchup
I cut a nigga quick with the Tensa Zangetsu
You see where all that tough talk slick-lip talking all that slick shit get niggas put
Six six feet
Man I'm in the ocean
Split my wrist open
On the reef got a blood leak
Hopin' I could surface 'fore the beast start to smell me
Perfect picture we don't worship scriptures when there's money to be made
Devil on my head trying to get away run into the haze
Front and center stage lookin' at me
In my eyes I see the dragon
In the benz, two seater wagon
Kill a pig and I drain the blood
Throw it on you in the nightclub (yeah)
[Bridge]
I got the right drugs and the right plugs
I got a white girl that really like to shoot when it's drama time
Man your life is dramatized
That's a lot of lies
You've been sodomized
By Uncle Sam
Monkey still on your knuckles man
I'm chucklin' to the bank
Gimme them keys
[Interlude: Sir Michael Rocks]
Banco
I told you, you must never perform the forbidden jutsu and you did. You have removed the seal and turned your soul over to the Jinchuriki
Kage bunshin no jutsu
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ay man I'm running with the teleporter trigger nigga, money in the bank
On the other side so don't say it's sunny when it ain't
Walking through the desert all by myself
I'm praying to the moon, he said "I can't help"
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
So why they wait to pay respects to a nigga when he dead
With pictures on their shirts with all the quotes that he said
I'm standing on the ledge with a cannon on my head
I ain't planned to be the man, it just fell into my hands like a bouquet
Stay ready so I ain't have to get ready
Palms sweaty, I told the driver he should drive steady
Cause he swerving
Nigga got me spilling my bourbon
And I'm not gon' be the one cock a heater run up and you could get serviced
I put you in a box and lock you inside and fill it with venomous serpents
I was searching for the same thing that we all look for
And that gold mine that’s inside of us that they say we had since diapers but
Life a bitch and they really want us to forget who we really are but I can't (fuck that)
I'm in the paint mixing
I'm imitating thanksgiving every dinner
Nigga everybody's idol vasto banco imperial the saga
Eating DMT in Nicaragua
Watching all this power turn the weak into a monster
[Interlude: Sir Michael Rocks]
There's probably not any meaning in life. Maybe you could find something interesting to do while you're here and alive. Like how you found that flower; like how I found you
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2. |
Memo
03:42
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[Hook]
I’m out the limo, I’m hanging out the fuckin’ limo
I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
I’m out the window, I’m hanging out the fucking limo
I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you get the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
[Verse 1]
I’m on safari’s, I’m getting head, life’s wild
These niggas say they would die to live the lifestyle
I’m sippin’ hen and Philip Lim with the strap out
Cause’ niggas motives bout’ as clean as the crackhouse
Them niggas sus I think they all wearing wires
She let me drop that check in her account and then she wired
Stop trying to be them other girls, baby try your own
Cause everybody just be trying not to die alone
If she on Instagram and I’m in your city you know I know her
Her tongue massaging my abs, I keep tapping her like “lower, lower”
Uh huh yeah I’m in my mode (in my mode)
And nigga Imma’ keep balling til I’m old
[Hook]
I’m out the limo, I’m hanging out the fuckin’ limo
I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
I’m out the window, I’m hanging out the fucking limo
I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you get the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
[Verse 2]
Thinkin’ bout a girl man I love that bitch
6 cell phones and they all goin off
6 girlfriends and we all goin out
Take her to the movies, at the mall next to me
Sneaking liquor in her purse
They takin’ pictures, they posing for em’
Breaking swishers like bad habits
You soft nigga, you craftmatic
Fendi bag it, trash bag it, I’m drunk trying to fuck Zoë Kravitz
Cop the cheetah, you cops the meanest
Don’t talk to PETA they’ll lock me up
Yo Bitch hot as a hockey puck, sporty phones in them boxers bruh
Roll the weed cause we copped enough
And them john-boys be watchin’ us
They think they selling white, Helly Hanson, Kelly Clarkson
Beamer coupe is darkskin, like who? Like Kevin Hart
They wanna catch a nigga lacking, but I’m looking sharp
Yeah I see you boys, now let my limo park
[Hook]
I’m out the limo, I’m hanging out the fuckin’ limo
I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
I’m out the window, I’m hanging out the fucking limo
I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you get the memo?
And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?
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3. |
Some Ish
05:23
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[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I just want a girl who love dem girls
The same way that I do
If she can cook and fuck me good
I just might say that "I do"
And now I'm rolling, rolling, bussing
If it's dough, no discussion
If you want it, go and get it
If you don't know nothing, you know
I'mma drink this drink
Smoke this weed, I'mma get this bank
I'mma get back home
And my bitch stuck up like her shit don't stink
Want a freaky ho then we could get a hotel
Bitch is selling pussy and she's selling it for wholesale
Baby tryna get a ring like a doorbell
I lick the kitty if it's good and there's no smell
I told her go slow
Let's go somewhere that we could both go
And bring some juice for me to mix with
I'm about to try and run the distance
[Hook]
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
[Link: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ladies
They love them sexy ladies
I'm fucking with you baby
I'm fucking with you baby
[Verse 2: Twista]
I knew she was the best I would discover, she became my
Bisexual lover, bring her badass friends with her up under the cover
What she would do to her, I know she a freaky motherfucker
She be super cool, mega thick, beau be thick and then we looking at a bitch, what she be talkin' about? "Mmm, she fine"
So I let her holla at her, if she coming to the party
I be talking bout "mmm, she mine"
But she says she know another one
That she can get it, she could go and get another one
That she don't play around, shit, I'mma go ahead
Stay around until you go ahead, invite the other one
Mikey Rocks with my nigga bumping in the whip
I be on another shit, so I know they coming with me
[?] the kush up in the air
With the molly and their body and they got em all touchy-feely
Take a sip up out the double cup
Cause I'm about to double up, triple up
Quadruple up, all these bad bitches with me
And they running shit, I don't know who to fuck
Don't matter, I hit it
The women in love with the women, I'm with it
They popping, they smoking, they open, I'm in it
My life is exciting, you love it, I live it, go
[Hook]
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
[Link]
Ladies
They love them sexy ladies
I'm fucking with you baby
I'm fucking with you baby
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
So now you niggas wanna act like
You got your girlfriend wrapped tight
You motherfuckers, she don't act right
Was sipping Remy with her last night
My nigga, I'm jocking, nasty
Fucking bitches in the back seat
I pull up on their niggas with the uzi
Too much sugar in the Kool Aid
I've got six cells and bitches on my bumper
It's resale and nigga, it's retail
So know when we sell, you give me the good number
I'ma have shit juking all summer
So what the fuck you niggas want, man?
Sweater with the gang sign
I've got an allergy to fake niggas
I could never let em take mine
These hoes be talking and whispering
Telling secrets through the grapevine
You can't shine if you ain't bright
So take your time 'fore you take flight
Ain't this a trip
Unless you wanna fuck with the clique
And I've got a bag of the dip
You could put it in your glass, we could sip like
[Hook]
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
[Link]
Ladies
They love them sexy ladies
I'm fucking with you baby
I'm fucking with you baby
[Hook]
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
Mmm, ain't this some shit?
I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
And her bitch got a bitch
And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
[Link]
Ladies
They love them sexy ladies
I'm fucking with you baby
I'm fucking with you baby
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4. |
The Docks (Skit)
01:28
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5. |
Bussin'
04:24
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[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Six
Duck ass, jive ass, turkey ass
Fraud ass, dog ass, lyin' ass
Clown ass, punk ass, mark ass, bitch ass
Niggas
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man we bussin'
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Man you trippin' niggas love it when I gas up
I cross my heart and hope to live through the bad stuff
Now lift your shirt, I wanna see your rib
That pussy fat what you be feeding it? I'm back up on the scene again
You never catch me lacking, never happen, never will
You put that pussy on the pedestal and pet it still
You got the game wrong, you need to brainstorm
I'm on a campaign, titties and champagne with us
If you ever see us poppin' in yo section
Big ass diamond ring but I ain't pop a bitch the question, huh
She say she wit the shits
If you by yourself I ain't wit that shit
[Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks]
I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
In case you forget, I ain't wit that shit
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man we bussin'
Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget](3463507)
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man we bussin'
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
Baby girl, fell in love wit the whip game
Type of money make a young chick go insane
Jacket fifteen hundred, get it when I want it
Spend it cause I got it, smash it in the morning
She know I'm the prince of the west side
It gas her up, yet she leave with her head high
Japanese denim, yea I'm wit it
European whippin'
I look like I could be from somewhere overseas
Get down on your knees
You messin' with some cool kids slash niggas from the streets
That mean don't play no games
Don't waste my time
Don't say no names
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man we bussin'
Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget](3463507)
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man we bussin'
[Verse 3: IamSu!]
Timb boots with the sweatpants, do the jet dance
Used to call us monkeys, now they call me Bape man
Suzy, Anna gold chains like I'm MC Hammer
Chicken shack on Burban St. out in Louisiana
Paid dues, I just rep where I was raised fool
Lame dudes duplicate my wave like a wave pool
Stay solid, gold teeth with the 12 solids
White and yellow gold, it look crazy when I'm smilin'
Barney's shoppin', Marcelo coppin'
What you think I'm fallin' off, it's not an option
Me and Mikey know we not straight outta Compton
But we some niggas with some attitudes about to profit
Ya heard me
[Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks]
I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
In case you forget, I ain't wit that shit
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man we bussin'
Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget](3463507)
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man we bussin'
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6. |
Playstation 1.5
02:00
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[Verse]
Robocop style, I fo-fo pop y’all
I’m Yao Ming when it come to confidence and being cool
That’s what’s important to me, you gon’ make me fry yo ass
Pie yo ass, in the face niggas always tryna get benefits
They don’t never wanna work for shit they got
But they always wanna be in some shit
In a Benz with bubble glass, guess I’m on some Benson shit
Guess I’m in the park again, working on my penmanship
Signing things on blank trees, putting my initials in them
If its a bitch around my corner guarantee what I’mma do
I’m gon’ stalk her and I’ll walk her to the park after night time
If I see some sushi bars around, I’m gon’ get in line
Grab me a California roll for me and my ho
Me and my thot, I put my knee in the box
Got a brother from Morocco used to be owned by this doctor
Who bred some Tibetan Mastiffs at his ranch house
He branched out from medicine and started eating venison and duck
Piss you off, this is lumberjack shit, get the logs, get the axe
Make sure that you aim it at their faces and their backs
And attack, this is eerie, Iraq
I am nasty, Pacman Jackson
Elastic stretching across, all they breasts and they bras
I be takin’ ‘em Jamiacan rum, fillin’ my intestines
You can still see Jamaican sun on my complexion
And son, I’m not your father and I am not perfection
You can be the one if you just challenge your perception
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7. |
Drug Dealer
03:02
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[Hook]
Cuz everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Tailor-made suits in the party like Yusuke
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way
[Intro]
Yeah yeah, all the thots know the number in this ho, man
I see y'all lingering over there baby
I'm off in the cut on some sad shit tryna cry on a bitch tonight
You know what I'm sayin, you wit it let's get it baby let's get it
[Verse 1]
Ain't no love for the ho scrubs that wanna post up and be around us
Soak up all our energy, I focus all on my chemistry
Cookin' whippin' this work until
My new lawyer say that he work a deal
Transmuting the dope in the white gold teal, it's worth a mil
Buncha smart niggas who'll come and get witcha
Because the drama ain't shit to us
I know you love the new kimono, her man be sayin' no-no
But I probably get his bitch to buss
Because...
[Hook]
Cuz everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Tailor-made suits in the party like Yusuke
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way
[Bridge]
Can you woop woop woo (x4)
[Verse 2]
She only love me for my jutsu
Ain't nobody ever had a spotted hyena in the crib
And that's something that I'm used to
I been around my old man while he broke down bricks in the basement
Great shit for me to put on a track
If they gave awards for suckin dick, then I bet you would get you a plaque, uh huh
Acting like a nigga ain't gon' splash but the truth is I be tryna duck from the pussy
Too musty and bushy
When my cell phone ring I know the customers looking
[Hook]
Cuz everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Tailor-made suits in the party like Yusuke
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way
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8. |
Kill Switch
03:44
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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
It's the skinny nigga, Triple Six
Fuck I got 'em horrified
Run up on 'em with the stick, i'm bussin till the morning time
Drill a nigga like a loose socket, yeah it's turtle time
Shells on top of shells, running pockets like a suicide
I'm in love with the bangers
Yeah it's boy meets world and I'm fucking Topanga
If you run up I'll change ya
Got my gun up from sun up to sun up
I never knew another motherfucker who could ride against me
Whole lotta money from the bottom with me
You try to get me, drive a Bentley to the side of Kennedy
Nigga act a fool
Howling at the moon, keeping vipers as pets
I'm hella picky with the bitches that I like to select
But if you got P's of them cookies then we might could connect
And you will get your ass changed like your diaper was wet
You run up on us with dat boy
Two cannons strapped on my shoulder like a Blastoise
What the fuck was that noise
When the Glock pop, nigga 9 shots to your body
Now you're food for the earthworm
Chop chop, move fast when i'm coming for that ass
I'ma blast, I'ma buck, I'ma let it burn
[Hook]
Fuck school nigga, kill shit
Hit the kill switch
Kill Bill shit
Not the one you wanna deal with
Fuck school nigga, kill shit
Hit the kill switch
Kill Bill shit
Not the one you wanna deal with
Not the one you wanna deal with
Not the one you wanna deal with
Not the one you wanna deal with
Not the one you wanna deal with
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Well I be posted with a selected few
Pop that pussy, that's a nice ass view
My homies are real and you really ain't true
Met a bitch by the bay, never say "I do"
She wanna get with me, she wanna be in my city
Shit, I don't even know her like that
So get back 'fore your ass get attacked by the pack
And I never do slack
[Verse 3: Robb Bank$]
2 Phones Shawty, they be dancing like the need a pole
My niggas shoot (shoot) bitch, like they need a ghost
Bought 2 phones, 2 cups stowed so I fucked her twice
See my niggas face the blunt, she can't even face life
[Verse 4: Pouya]
I say bitch it's lil Pouya, no need for no rumors
No need for no losers, my bitch cool but i'm cooler
Fifty-five pussy old cougar
Oh my God, I really can't breathe
Walk over me, i'ma break your knees
Miami is where I be
[Verse 5: Robb Bank$]
And bitch it's double cleaned in bleach
Need a zanpakuto just to cut it
And if a nigga try to run up
Finna leave his ass looking like a hollow
Bands, by the lead singer
Went solo and got made
And "Keeping Up With Kim K." the only time you seen 'ye
[Hook]
Fuck school nigga, kill shit
Hit the kill switch
Kill Bill shit
Not the one you wanna deal with
Fuck school nigga, kill shit
Hit the kill switch
Kill Bill shit
Not the one you wanna deal with
Not the one you wanna deal with
Not the one you wanna deal with
Not the one you wanna deal with
Not the one you wanna deal with
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9. |
Dino Feeding (Skit)
01:14
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10. |
Lost Boys
05:40
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[Intro: Trinidad James]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I, if I, haha, dream
[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done (Man, fuck the police, man, haha)
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks (Ya, ya)
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls
[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
This ain't no cowboy shit, man, this that Alpo shit, fam
An ATL nigga that never fell for shit, man
I always had to grind, story of my life
Scrubbin' for the shot, I think I lived my life twice
It’s Casanova smooth, James classic, bitches with me
Niggas straight up out the blue flame
Hot bitches, Liu Kang
New to the port, nigga, call me butane
I’m so damn Hussein
Niggas get to ask me a muthafuckin’ question
A muthafuckin’ question
I went from havin' nothin' to my niggas coppin' sections
To rockin' six gold rings
Then I had to go cop six more grains
Shit done change, man, my momma is my main thing
Took reality and put it in a mainframe
Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing
Took reality and put it in a mainframe, bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
[Chorus: Trinidad James & Mac Miller]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls (Ya, ya)
All we know is drugs and girls (Ya)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah
Walk inside a room, the bitches offer up vagina
I’m eatin' Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China
Findin' hoes in Idaho, ain't strippers, but they ride the pole
Mister Muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir
A list of A-list celebrities sendin' me naked pictures
The higher I get, the more money I make
I had a threesome with that ho, now she fuckin' with Drake, damn
Bitches sniffin' Xannies, yeah, they takin' them bars
Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car
I'm faded, but don't worry, been this way from the start
Just shot a video, killed another radio star
Don't make the mistake of thinkin' I wasn't livin' fast
(Whop bop b-luma b-lop) That's Little Richard cash
It's Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I'm bombin' it
Rocks, James, and Miller, that's the conglomerate
(Get off my dick)
[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I don't slack, I don't simp
I don't sleep, I don't slump, I don't lack, I don't loaf, nigga
I don't brag, I don't boast
I don't pull out the Cris if we ain't poppin' that toast, nigga
She had dreams she was fuckin' with a phone boy
It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy
I went from the toy store into Tolstoys
Bitch, it's Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh
Runnin' through the check, bro, check one, check two, check three
A nigga wanna check me, his ass better check again
Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestlin'
And I'm on the border with the Mexican
I’m about to cop the Aston if he let's them in
That's my guala, that's my partner, we the best of friends
Nigga, know the code or you will never get a text again
Goofy, face ass, jacuzzi with your main splash
Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads
Choppin', pussy, possum better play dead
Learn the game from the old heads (Back up)
[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls
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11. |
One Time
04:13
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[Intro: Buddy]
Yeah
One, two, three
You are now listening to the smooth and sensual sounds of the other brother
B-U double delta
Hubba hubba, baby
Got my nigga Sir Michael Rocks and shit
[Hook: Buddy]
I'm gone sweep you off yo feet
'til you can't breathe
Can't speak
Put you to sleep
So deep up in yo crease
You can't compete
I'm gone sweep you off yo feet
'til you can't breathe
Can't think
Put you to sleep
So deep up in yo crease
You can't compete
So tell me baby can I hit that one time
One time[x5]
I promise baby we about to have a fun time
Fun time[x5]
So tell me baby can I hit that one time (It's just one time)
One time[x5]
I promise baby we about to have a fun time (yeah)
Fun time
I can hit it in the wintertime, summertime, night-time, day-time
One time
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
The pussy ain't got a whole bunch of miles
You thotting girls shut your mouths
Why you trying to play it like a goodie two shoes
When your mood is depending on the dick game
Who at the table when the check comes
Who sign for it
But most importantly, who giving you the X games
That's a nigga tricking, if you get the drift
My balls in your mouth like a mitt
When it come to the thots
I'm a cool young nigga with the juice
Who ride around too, I'm finna scoop you up
Get in the truck and we leave
Watch holy mountain
Puff on the weed
All of my phones on silent
Out on this island
Swerve in the truck we wildin'
I'm just tryna keep my balance
(Hold me up, I'll hold you up)
See them niggas out prowling
That's fresh meat
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Buddy]
Can a nigga hit that one time
Girl, I promise we gon' have a fun time
Lay back, relax, unwind, sip this wine, it'll be fine
Can a nigga hit that one time
I'mma give it to you 'til the sun shine
Ooh girl yo whole design is divine
You so fine
Can a nigga hit that one time
Get a little bit of bump and grind
And I'll probably taste a little bit of yours
If you taste a little bit of mine
Can a nigga hit that one time
One time [x6]
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12. |
Cold Sore (Skit)
01:37
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13. |
Fuck Seaworld
02:46
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[Verse 1]
It's 6 missed call in my six Motorolas
Like everything in threes when I'm thinking things over
I'm in the Range Rover off-road damn boulder I hit
Pop the driver side tire put a hole in the shit
So, I go to the trunk to get the spare and a tire iron
Stare at my reflection in the tire iron
Oh you slimy ol' dog, handsome devil you bastard
I see why you get the M's like a W backwards
Pick up a couple brews now let me unbuckle you
Pussy pink as Super Buu but I ain't fuckin' with Casper
I had a baby panda, you probably had a ferret
You probably had to share it, it wasn't even yours
It’s vasto lorde espada big kahuna don dadda
Then I dive to the bottom of the infinite sea
And hold my breath for a minute while I mention the team
[Interlude]
What up Rich, what up Will
What up Cam, what up Brown
What up James, what up Reese
What up Pam, what up Nate
What up TJ, what up Tim
What up Eb, what up Robb
What up Scooch, what up Tone
What up Tae, what up Los
What up Pouya, what up Nick
What up Moe, what up K
What up Chris, what up Meechie
What up Sko, what up Tear
What up Breeze, what up DougE, what up?
It's 2017 and we doublin' up
[Verse 2]
Got a room just for my baby ape
His name is Trunks his mixtape on the way
And all my niggas HP high as hell
So you try us and fail
It's like pullin' on a lion's tail
You know what that'll end up like nigga
On the episode of America's dumbest man
And I swear I need these hoes like a hole in the stomach
My nigga I'm playin' Final Fantasy and drinkin' a 'Tussin
When Aerith died, nigga I admit it, I cried a bit
Take a real nigga to acknowledge it, you probably did too
I'm eatin' tangerine flake crusted chicken Empanadas from Poppy's
Akuma prayer beads lookin' stocky
I'm jumpin from the box seat
I'm up high watching his Key & Peele while I peel fruit into my Kashi
Organic gang goin' green for the thotties
We take a nature walk I guarantee she finna top me
Breaker do you copy? They faker than Itachi illusions
Nigga I do not see me losin'
Never
[Outro]
Hey fuck you SeaWorld, I see you bitch ass niggas
When I see y'all in the streets you know what it is
It's cracking for you fag fuckboys
Let my nigga Willy go, let my nigga Steve go
They both seals in this bitch but they want out
These niggas need they freedom, they tryna eat
These niggas need fish bree
You niggas out here fuckin around leaving them in the tanks all day, ain't cleaning that shit
These niggas stink, they shittin' in the same water that they sleepin' in, fucker
SeaWorld, you bitch ass niggas can't live long as I'm out here
I see you niggas out at the Longjohn Silvers and shit, selling the same fish that you had in the goddamn aquarium
You niggas ain't shit
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14. |
Ain't Nothing Like
03:28
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[Produced by DJ Mustard]
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like
Ain't nothing like hot new pussy
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Every other night I'm in a new city
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Many hoes don't know what to do with me
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
That's my old thot, I ran into her
Wearing loafers with the no socks, back around the grow spot
I asked her is her number the same
Cause your friend Kim heard me say she wanted to hang
Ain't shit that you can stay that's gonna stop my reign
Took a trip to Madagascar to cop my chain
All the bitches call me papi but that's not my name
Say the pussy pretty good but it's not that flame
I'm eating grilled swordfish with my Florida bitch
Caught it with my own hands so she know I'm the shit
I throw some dollars in her purse when she low on the rent
But I've gotta leave her home when I go on a trip because
[Produced by DJ Mustard]
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like
Ain't nothing like hot new pussy
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Every other night I'm in a new city
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Many hoes don't know what to do with me
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
That's my old thot, I ran into her
Wearing loafers with the no socks, back around the grow spot
I asked her is her number the same
Cause your friend Kim heard me say she wanted to hang
Ain't shit that you can stay that's gonna stop my reign
Took a trip to Madagascar to cop my chain
All the bitches call me papi but that's not my name
Say the pussy pretty good but it's not that flame
I'm eating grilled swordfish with my Florida bitch
Caught it with my own hands so she know I'm the shit
I throw some dollars in her purse when she low on the rent
But I've gotta leave her home when I go on a trip because
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like
Ain't nothing like hot new pussy
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Every other night I'm in a new city
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Many hoes don't know what to do with me
[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish]
On the low that's the truth like a motherfu-
And her, and her girlfriend bad as a motherfu-
On the phone, running zones with my lil cousin
Pull up in a 'Stang like Kane, who you looking for?
Had a couple of em with her, had to scoop a buck
Blunt's too hot, I'm like "take it off"
2x2x4, I could do it all
Sixteen of em and they're bad, gotta make a call
Cop cars, I am not the law
And I'm 'bout to touch down and get the extra point
Now I'm 'bout to take off and make another hunnid
Hit the strip club with the team for a couple of em
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like
Ain't nothing like hot new pussy
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Every other night I'm in a new city
Ain't nothing like that new pussy
Many hoes don't know what to do with me
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15. |
Francois
03:27
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[Intro]
Aye yay yay yay yay yay
Get the fuck off of my balls
I said, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Man these thots getting no calls
Yah
Sup Bus Yah Yah Yah Yah
Six Wassup Wassup
[Verse 1]
I let it hit the water splash
Wrist rotating, tire track burns in the pot after I be cooking;
My French maid dress drop, fall
Close doors in the presence of Francois, c'est pas
The livest nigga living—hella ham!
Getting blend on backgammon for the grands
Had a couple niggas on the team
Loyalty was just an understanding that we shared
Like the air, and the water, and the trees;
Wood grain chain on me!
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, fuck the street wear niggas
Stomp a nigga 'til he wearing the streets—like a fleece!
I completely ignore niggas who talk too slow
I think y'all dead, my Frenchman said, I'm gettin' head
Francois c'est pas...
[Intro]
Aye yay yay yay yay yay
Get the fuck off of my balls
I said, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Man these thots getting no calls
Yah
Sup Bus Yah Yah Yah Yah
Six Wassup Wassup
[Verse 1]
I let it hit the water splash
Wrist rotating, tire track burns in the pot after I be cooking;
My French maid dress drop, fall
Close doors in the presence of Francois, c'est pas
The livest nigga living—hella ham!
Getting blend on backgammon for the grands
Had a couple niggas on the team
Loyalty was just an understanding that we shared
Like the air, and the water, and the trees;
Wood grain chain on me!
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, fuck the street wear niggas
Stomp a nigga 'til he wearing the streets—like a fleece!
I completely ignore niggas who talk too slow
I think y'all dead, my Frenchman said, I'm gettin' head
Francois c'est pas...
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Sir Michael Rocks Chicago, Illinois
No artist has pivoted the cultural zeitgeist more in the past decade than Sir Michael Rocks. When Banco isn't rewriting the rules of modern fashion, he shifts the sounds of popular music. From The Cool Kids to his solo projects Michaels' stuck on forward. ... more
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