piano to play your tunes While Donna the dealer goes from room to room With goodies to sell at the Rock and Roll Hotel. We're going to hell at the Rock and Roll Hotel
all day! Who puts rock & roll in your blood? Who puts all that give in your love? Who puts rock & roll in your blood? We put rock & roll in your blood
in the Limousine bus, black tint windows Smashin' on the diesel, head-rush from the indo Vegas, they say what goes on there stays If you really tryin' to gamble shake 'em up and roll my way Nobody rock
what you talking 'bout People thank I was Suge when I come out My album hit hard when I roll out Y'all records make a bitch wanna throw 'em out, and that's no doubt See I rock
how you doin' so Jasmine say, "Fine" I was laughin' but there was more in store I saw her get up and start walkin' towards the front door I rolls too
like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show Hit a back street and put the top up Stopped at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us I'm so roll with
you fresh, do you know what happened? I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind I didn't want your, girl, 'cause she really ain't fine I took her to a motel could've been a hotel
the gangsta shit Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for shit bitch I'm still a player, pop the slinger Ice-cream and [unverified] Rockin' Hillfiger just like a dada I rock
my Lex with the chrome ray shine So you wanna roll far and live large It ain't all that goes with bein' a rock star So you wanna be a rock superstar
wanna roll far and live large it aint all that goes with bein a rock star chorus X2 B Real: my own son dont know me I'm chillin in the hotel room
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy Aiiyo I come through stunnin', plus I'm gettin' blunted In the new six-hundred with the big rims on it We rock rocks
see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's Rockin' this newest experiment in some next season clothes I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls Welcome
wrist lookin' gooey These ain't Birdman's, these is real Gucci's Turn around the corner Motherfucker tryin' to sue me Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece We rock, we he roll
've come a long way since kunta kintizzy And you don't stop, rock on Chubb rock flip the script 'cause I'm gone Verse three: chubb rock Yippi-yi-yeah
past six With the radio blasting our latest hit It's me Jeff Ready Rock, Omar and J.L. Charlie Mack is up front as we depart the hotel First we cause
keyhole of you dormitory Meanwhile, up in my observatory, my telescope sees the glory And it also sees the horror and the gory they speak derogatory These walls in this hotel
that nasty girl Testin' me, I'm a rock your world Got skills like a pro blond Plus you know I got that bomb pearl So blue, I'm roll with you Yea, me
